Would You Like Me Better

By Jessica Jordan

If I covered my face with a tanner complexion,
masking the redness and imperfections,
slathered shimmering dust onto my eyelids,
glued on fake lashes to make mine look longer,
painted my lips in a bright red gloss, 
dusted my cheeks to make them more pink
as if the redness from embarrassment wasn’t enough.
Maybe if my teeth were straighter and shined like porcelain, 
if my a-cup grew to a c-cup and
my waist was smaller and my hips rounder like an hourglass,
if my stomach was flatter and my ribs not as wide,
if I grew six inches and straightened my posture,
tweezed my brows to make them thinner,
and grew my hair longer and made it less frizzy.

If I made myself look nothing like me,
would you like me better?