Me. Fifty years ago. Telling myself the doll in my hands, the one Santa brought INSTEAD of Barbie, was, in fact, Barbie.Yeah, I'm just making that up...But, oh, how I longed to have that doll with the Miss America figure and eye shadow the color of a Southern Indiana summer sky.
But day after day Mother said, "No..." followed by some other stuff. I don't know her reasoning. My ears always shut down after hearing that two-letter word... (Sigh)
Not my mouth though. "But, why?"
"Because..."
Again, I never listened beyond the rejection.
That's really too bad, because Mother probably had some very good reasons.
But maybe the real reasons weren't even the ones she attempted to share with me. After all, what does a little kid understand about RBI (realistic body image)?
Regardless, I wish Barbie a happy 50th today...She's grown and matured over the years, just like the little girls who've adored her.
Even the ones who never actually had a Barbie, and will never know WHY...
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