My dad says I am enormously gorgeous.
I wonder if I really am.
To be enormously gorgeous... Sarah says
you need to have beautiful long, curly hair like she
has.
I don't.
To be enormously gorgeous... Justin says
you must have perfectly straight white teeth like he
has.
I don't.
To be enormously gorgeous... Jessica says
you can't have any of those little brown dots on your
face called freckles.
I do.
To be enormously gorgeous... Mark says
you have to be the smartest kid in the seventh-grade
class.
I'm not.
To be enormously gorgeous... Stephen says
you have to be able to tell the funniest jokes in the
school.
I don't.
To be enormously gorgeous... Lauren says
you need to live in the nicest neighborhood in town
and in the prettiest house.
I don't.
To be enormously gorgeous... Matthew says
you can only wear the coolest clothes and the most
popular shoes.
I don't.
To be enormously gorgeous... Samantha
says you need to come from a perfect family.
I don't.
But every night at bedtime my dad gives me a
big hug and says, "You are enormously gorgeous, and I love you."
My dad must know something my friends don't.
