Dear Future Husband,
Why can't I be a Vanessa?
Why can't I have big boobs, and a nice butt, and hair that naturally smells like strawberries?
Why do I have to have B cups that barely show even when I puff out my chest, and a butt that is nothing more than a small bump at the top of my legs, and hair that naturally smells like pillows?
Why can't my hair be perfectly straight with perfect healthy strands, and why can't I have long fingers that look good when I take mirror selfies?
Why do I have to have awkward wavy hair comprised of split ends, and why do I have to have stubby man fingers?
Why can't my laugh sounds like ice cubes tinkling in a lemonade glass, and full lips made for Maybelline commercials?
Why do I have to have a laugh that's a few breaths away from a snort, and thin, small lips that evaporate when I smile?
Why can't I be a Vanessa?
And why can't Grant notice me?
Really notice me?
Xoxo, Alina
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Dear Future Husband
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