currently titleness... sadness abounding...
if i could send a message to every ten year old girl, i'd tell her to stop -
stop growing up right now. dump out your fifty dollar purse and show me what's inside:
a box of crayons; a love note from your mommy; your telephone number in case you forget; a Polly Pocket doll for those dull classroom moments when you wish you could live someone else's life.
you are.
when i was ten, i didn't know the meaning of sex. i still scrambled to be first in line for the newest Disney movie, and i promise you a piece of clothing covered every square inch of my body. mom still doesn't let me go out of the house if my belly is showing.
those girls you see on tv aren't real; stop mimicking their words. they don't know what it's like to be a ten year old girl. if they say they do, then they're lying. so jump from the clutches of your plastic casing and please please,
just live as a ten year old girl.
i promise you barbie does not exist.
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"just live as a ten year old girl.
i promise you barbie does not exist."
yes! i love you!
ah so true. remembering polly pockets was a nice feeling :)
Holy heck that was awesome. that last line and a whole bunch of other lines...ok it was the whole thing. nonetheless! nice, that needs to be plastered over every barbie ad that ever exsisted and will exsist since she's like the power rangers, and as you knwo the power rangers never die.
It reminds me of when I was 10-that Christmas my Dad's cousin remarked that it was nice to see someone my age playing with a doll (American Girl doll) instead of a cell phone.
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