One day I’ll look like myself.
…I have to believe this, or else who knows where I might end up…
One day I’ll have a flat chest without any extra work.
One day my voice will be consistently low.
One day the monthly menace will be gone.
One day my face will be angular and sharp.
One day I’ll be proud of my body.
One day I’ll be proud of who I am.
* That day, I will soar. *