In my next life...

Serena and Blair... err... I mean Blake and Leighton...

I will be able to wear short shorts without my thighs hanging out like extra groceries or suffering the hobble-inducing effects of chub rub.

I will have the hair of a goddess (or the team of people it takes to create it).

I will be able to wear heels without wanting to cut my feet off at the ankles to stop the pain.

I will have boobs that stand at attention without the help of surgery.

I will not cover up my hotness with a long sleeved blazer in summer (or maybe ever).

I will have sultry eyes and a knowing smile.

But mostly, I will have those legs.  God, what I wouldn't give...  I'd wear hotpants to the supermarket.

Disclaimer: Yes, I know better than this.  I know to be happy with what I have.  I know that what I have is not inherently wrong just because the media says the picture above is the only correct way to look.  I am very well aware of that, but it doesn't stop me from wishing for all those things just like I wish for more money, a new puppy, and a diet Slurpee.