WHAT WOULD YOU TELL YOUNGER YOU?
I'll tell younger me
"don't be worried, you'll be beautiful when you're grown.
Cos the world will change its eyes
And what you now call faulty, they'll call beauty
Fat will be thick, slim, slender
Either way, you'll blend
People will pay to have lips like yours
And when they can't, they'll just learn to overline them
Having freckles will be a makeup trend
If you're short, you'll be called cute
And if you're tall, unique.
You'll be called busty if your breasts are massive and perky if they're moderate
Either way, you'll be desired
Given the right year, in the eyes of the world, you'll be fit to strut on its runway, with your huge eyes, they'll call hooded, and hairs on the face they'll call baby hairs.
You'll be beautiful.