I want him to be proud of me.
I want him to gallivant me around town.
I want his friends and family to see,
That I’m worth a person to keep around.
I understand my personality,
Is good enough for him.
But in my rationality,
He needs a girl that’s at least trim.
I’m nowhere near tone or cut.
I’m nowhere near aesthetic;
I have nowhere near a cute butt;
And nowhere near athletic.
I want him to be able to say,
As his friends talk of how perfect girls seem,
How proud I make him every day,
Because I’m everything he could dream.
I’m not just a girl who has no beauty but brains.
I’m not just a pampered up piece of work.
Since I already have knowledge inside my veins,
I want my guy to see my looks as a perk.
I’ve accomplished a smart take on life.
But now I want a beautiful exterior.
I want my guy to love me as his wife,
For not only my looks but also my interior.
“Wow my girl is a wondrous person indeed!
So beautiful in both body and mind.
How I enjoy telling my friends of her exceed,
In how much her smarts and looks are combined”
I almost want to be,
That trophy wife.
I almost want to see,
Myself in that life.
But then again,
I can’t just live with appearance.
I’d rather have the men,
Accept me for my mind’s perseverance.
Inspired by: My strive to have good looks for my spouse instead of JUST brains
Dedicated to: No one in particular… just a feeling to write
Created on: December 15, 2005