You don't

look at me and see my looks. You look at me and see yourself. You strive for everything but what you have, and crave to the other girl you wish to be. If I wanted to be you, I'd tell you. But how would you feel of that? Admired? Worthy? No. You should feel satisfied with yourself and what you make of it. If you aren't please with the way you look, the words you use, then change it. But remember me by telling you this:

We are made with different lengths of toes and fingers. We are made with slow walks or long runs. We are made with our eyes close or far apart from each other. We are made for our own reason and only God can have this reason for us. Don't get mad at one trying to change into you, if you are willing to change yourself.