I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes

Next time around I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes What I would do with them, only is known by me and my nose. I would have two nostrils and six eyes of royal sky blue. Some could call me a monster; it would be long overdue. My body would be corpulent, Rubenesque, Hilda-cartoon like. My hips too large to fit in a car; they would crush a motor bike. I would be carried on a royal stretcher, taken place to place. In spite of this development, I would have a pretty face. She is the queen! The call would go up, as in a battle cry! I would be feared and revered, until I chose to fade and die. Next time around I want hair that curls up, and touches the sky. Fifteen fingers, twenty toes, you cannot imagine why.