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.