This time, I was gonna get it right.
I waited in the bathroom stall
until the other girls were gone
and I silently prayed as hard as I could.
Please, God, make me be better.
Please, please, make me like Katie.
She is so perfect!
Her long, brown hair so straight
she can sit on the ends if she wants to.
She’s so thin and pleasant and neat.
Not like me – plump, awkward, shaggy-haired.
If I pray hard enough, it will happen:
I will become her. On the count of three.
One — Fingers crossed tight….
Two — When you wish upon a star…
Three — please please please please please…
Ok. Here I go. The new me. I am Katie Koening now!
I open the stall and look in the mirror.
I seem taller. I smile her smile and think Katie thoughts.
Head out into the hall, head held high,
floating on my hope.
I get to the classroom
and enter, waiting for heads to turn.
My heart dives back into my stomach.
No one notices a thing as I go to my desk.
I am just same old me.
God has failed me again.
Inspired by The Daily Post word prompt: better