"I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky"
Whenever I sing that song, I really believe that I can fly. I really do, and I mean this literally(abeg no be like say I be winsh o)
And then I'm tempted to try flaping my wings, I mean arms and soaring.
You see I've got what they call the "christian mother" arms. Makes me so insecure sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, I love my body,...a lot, but maybe if I'm given the chance to change something, I will...I'd have the extra fleshy flab cut off so I'll be the girl with the beautifully toned arms. I'm sure the flesh gotten from the flap would make a good double D boobs for someone In need.
So I see no reason why I shouldn't believe I can really fly:) all I've got to do is flip my arms fast enough and there I go flying past your bedroom window, the modern day peter pan:)
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