I wish I was a newborn, swathed in a white towel and downy cap.

I wish I was three, running about the house in baggy overalls.

I wish I was four, posing proudly in my first school uniform.

I wish I was eight, wearing a cute frilly dress and smiling with a toothless gap at my cousin’s wedding.

I wish I was twelve, going to a party in my first spaghetti strap.

I wish I was fourteen, having cooking lessons in a striped apron.

I wish I was sixteen, looking hot in a bikini at the beach (and getting chased out of the house by my dad for looking scandalous).

I wish I was eighteen, feeling the silk swish against my legs at high school prom.

I wish I was twenty-one, reveling in the feel of my graduation cloak and hat and scroll.

I wish I was twenty-four, dressed neatly in a white blouse and blue skirt for my first day at work.

I wish I was twenty-seven, getting married in a sexy strapless silver gown.

I wish I was twenty-nine, looking radiant and pretty even in a maternity dress.

I wish I was thirty-one, in a pastel kimono bending tenderly over my child’s bed.

I wish I was thirty-three, donning white muslin for a high tea session with old friends.

I wish I was thirty-six, looking impressive in a manager’s crisp black office suit.

I wish I was thirty-eight, dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.

I wish I wasn’t forty.

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A/N: I wasn't very sure whether this was more of a prose or poem, but haha how was that? Do leave a review if it entertained you some! :)