My next birthday. I know what it will take. I know how I
need to be. I know what I need to do. But I am making a
By my next birthday, physical perfection will be just
around the bend.
By my next birthday, I will not be fat.
My hair will be longer, my skin clearer, my GPA the best
it could be, my body fat at athletic standards.
I feel I have no more excuses not to be physically
impressive. I'm tall, I have good bone structure; my
features are symmetrical and classically attractive (doe
eyes, full lips, etc.) and my father was an athlete when
he was young; my mother a waif. Imperfection cannot