Pardon my French
I am beautiful, gorgeous, actually. Well, maybe, according to the magazines in the grocerly line. If I lost fifty pounds I will be really and truly beautiful. Maybe they're right. So, I am beautiful if I lose fifty pounds! And well, if only I was four or five inches taller like the models on TV. I guess I am beautiful... if I lose fifty pounds, were four or five inches taller, and as the ads in the salon windows say, if I was a little more tan and not so white. I might be beautiful if I lose fifty pounds, were four or five inches taller, if I was more tan... and you know, I saw that celebrities are getting plastic sugery now! So I guess I could be beautiful if I lose fifty pounds, were four or five inches taller, if I was more tan, and maybe if I downsized my nose, made my full lips fuller, turned my DD into EEE... and maybe I can at least be slightly pretty if I wear contacts and have surgery to turn my big green eyes into even bigger brown or blue... and if I straighten my curl...