Accepting Wants As Reality

Awarded Superior in Literary Arts

When I was five, I wanted to be a princess.

I thought they were more beautiful than anything.

They had long dresses, expensive lifestyles, “perfect features,”

And I dreamt that one day I would be as stunning as they were.


When I was six, I wanted to be a fairy.

They had so much freedom to explore,

And they too, were “perfect.”


When I was seven, I wanted to live in a mansion and play in the long corridors, 

Living the same lavish lifestyle as a princess and feeling carefree, like the fairies.


When I hit eight, I wanted to be a vet.

Nine, a doctor.

Ten, a teacher.


All for reasons that stemmed from simple, childish dreams.


But when I turned eleven,

I wanted to be skinny.

Twelve, to have clear skin.

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