I like things just…right, in place, perfect
But often feel somewhat ‘bent’ questioning my formation
Often inspect my every angle, and question the making of each limb of my being
And then compare my size to that girl and see perfection there
As if I could do better
What is this deformation in me?
Is it my height?
Is it my large thighs or my manly shaped hands?
What is it that makes me feel…less attractive?
Do you also see me this way too?
Can I dream of being a Cinderalla?
With that slender curvy-bottle-size figure
Her snow white teeth and eyes so beautiful and bright you can see tiny stars waltzing in them
Yes I can do better
I can appreciate this sculpture, me; simply beautiful, well made, and rounded to the shape of its own perfect form
I am doing better
I understand my shape
I love dressing it, flaunting my figure with confidence
I am proud of this model, my reflection on the mirror-so clear, just right
I appreciate how each outline compliments every angle of this sculpture
My height just perfect
My chest, just the right size
I carry this weight and glide comfortably in these high heels as if they were designed with me in mind
I wouldn’t change a thing for this is how I was made
This is me
And I am perfectly sculpted>