If I could change anything I think it would be my eyes,
I don’t like how dark they are, I want them as blue as the sky.
Or maybe I would change my thighs,
They rub together and jiggle when I jive.
Or possibly change the color of my skin to an opaque white,
Because mine is too dark and sometimes wont look just right.
Or I could change my hair
From curly to straight, straight to curly…
Nothing will ever feel just right.
I can’t change how they see me, beautiful or not.
These beauty standards just don’t change.
I found that quite strange
So instead of changing these standards I change my self,
In hopes of finding happiness inside but mostly out.