"If you could change one thing you see,

Or think,

Or feel,

Or anything,

If you could change one thing about you,

Could you narrow it down?

What would you choose?"

I stop and ponder for a while,

Would I change my clothing style?

Or maybe I want longer hair,

Or boys to have to stop and stare,

At my tan legs! My shiny teeth!

Or maybe I'll change what's underneath,

I'll be kinder!

Wiser!

Brighter!

I'll be the cleverest girl of all!

I'll be at the front of the crowd, the main attraction,

Standing proud and standing tall.

But why stop there? If I'm so clever,

Why can't we do something better?

I'll be Queen of the World!

That's what I choose,

Because if they fit, wear the royal shoes!

But wait, hold on, just listen to me!

That's far too much responsibility!

Let's take it down, back to hair, back to clothes,

That's when it hits me: I suppose,

I like myself how I am now,

No need for nicer teeth or servants to bow,

"So what will it be? What do you choose?

What is it you don't like about you?"

I try to look pensive, chin-stroking and such,

And finally shrug and just say "Not much."