(To all my readers who feel un-pretty)
Dear God,
I come to you tonight to say,
Please make my insecurities go away,
Please make me as pretty as those I see,
In magazines and books, and on t.v.,
I wont ask for a lot, but I don't like how I was made,
Though it took a lot out of you, look at the prices I've paid,
To sit in the bathroom and cry myself dry,
Because I wish that I was different, make me another I,
I want ask for a lot, if you think that is the case,
So please do me the favor, and re-create my face,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem