In Korea, they call overweight girls
unscratched lottery tickets.
Because who knows—
They might turn out pretty.
Apparently, flesh is a shell,
A suit to be climbed out of.
Sometimes, flesh is a hell.
So does the woman win the lottery,
Or the man that marries her?
Does the mirror give the verdict
Or the husband?
I would rather remain an unscratched ticket,
Refuse to let a nickel scrape me to my fate.
I would rather every girl remain unscratched,
Defying the odds, wrecking the lottery.
