“If you could, wouldn’t you want to be thin?” he asks
If I could, I’d prefer to have wings made of fuchsia feathers,
So that I could soar out over the ocean as the sun set in shades of pink and purple.
If I could, I’d prefer to teleport in a blink
To every corner of the world, to explore and learn
If I could, I’d prefer to own a mansion on the moon
With a ringside view of the stars
If I could, I’d prefer to have the recipe for gold
To ensure nobody goes cold or hungry.
If I could, I’d prefer to whisper secrets to the wind
To be carried like blown leaves to the lonely, filling them with the knowledge that others feel the way they do.
My dreams are so much bigger than “If I could be thin.”
It is not my dream to be smaller,
It is not my dream to be less than who I am.
I dream for more for myself and for the world, not less.
My dreams are of abundance, of beauty, of joy, of compassion, of love.”