Who needs Barbie, even Barbie is no longer zero.
This is good news given the desire of several generations of girls to get the look of Barbie.
I don't have any Barbie, even though I was angry when I was in my 80 s.
The only doll I ever dreamed of was a French walkie talkie.
Talkie doll bought it from Paris and was given to me by my dad on my 8 th birthday.
Luckily, Gigi (which is the name I gave her) looks normal, but she is blonde with silk, soft, fragrant hair.
Even now, when I close my eyes, my brain stimulates the smell of her hair in my head. A nice roly-poly chubby-
A cheeky doll with fat arms and beautiful skyblue dress.
I have never seen anything so beautiful.
It's a moment of love.
I have been taking care of girls since childhood and she is my best friend.
I dressed her and made her hair, bow and decor. . .
She traveled with me every holiday and we found the world together and had several adventures in game time.
Sometimes we save lives on a sunken ship, or in the land of Magic, where we fight witches and wizards, and we always win!
Ji and I are inseparable.
My brother is the kind of naughty person who always gets in trouble.
I was three years younger than him and was the victim of his bullying.
This is the way he retaliated against me.
Every time mom reprimand him for something stupid (I'm her informant) he gets sick --
My favorite teddy bear and Gigi, he knows it's my weakness.
I would cry sob and cry like I grew up on sites like Amelia Jane of Enid Blyton and actually believe that my toy was resurrected at night while humans were sleeping.
Before they go to bed, I will talk to them and even bandaged Gigi before they go to bed.
One day, when I was about to shed tears again, Dad grabbed my brother and held my teddy bear by my side.
After a good memory
My brother got spanked.
Thank God he has not grown into a wife yet.
Beater. . .
Go back to Barbie. .
I have been unable to identify with her and accept her over the years.
She was perfect for me.
Even though it hurt her over the years, I still prefer my podcast Ji.
Her shiny blue dress has now faded, the rose color on her cheeks has now faded, and her golden silk hair is now rough to touch.
But she is still my best friend and partner.
My neighbor's daughter, Rohini, whose father works abroad, used to bring her back all the latest toys and she would show off her Barbie on our faces.
Once we were there to have afternoon tea for our dolls, and Gigi and I were invited and we were sitting there with 10 beautiful, perfect Barbie dolls sitting in a row, staring at our immature selves.
We set up our plastic toy kitchen and started drinking tea.
I remember, at some point, I asked Rohini if I could put the teapot up with this small and beautiful kitchenette and met a firm and arrogant "no ".
Please don't touch my Barbie, I agree too, but it keeps me away from Barbie and people like her forever.
Regardless of these types, Gigi and I have each other and those Barbie dolls are OK!
I comforted Ji and said, who wants to be a friend with Barbie?
It was fun to grow up when I was in my teens, but I still share the secret with Gigi sitting on my desk shelves.
A naughty cousin even put a blue felt pen mark on her once-strawberry --
But she sat there patiently.
Her smile, frozen for years, encouraged me to go out and do my thing.
I like movies.
Incredible because I never thought I 'd be eliminated
Even though I was fat and had oil in my hair, my peers made fun of me in class --
Like a fairy tale.
I am now made into a Barbie doll that I have never done before. .
I still stick to the imperfections on me and then get teased by my colleagues
Star, thunder thigh, etc.
I still hold on to Gigi for spiritual support, and I still hold good old Teddy.
In fact, he was with me, traveling around in my suitcase, even until the second or third year of my career.
When I enter my complete-
My mom realized that I needed more closet space and decided to renovate my room.
When I was on a one and a half month concert tour in the US, she planned to do so.
When I came back she gave me a nice room with everything a young woman wanted --
Gorgeous Vanity with studio lights and sliding closet space.
She got my biggest hug!
Alone in my room, I continue to open my boxes, which are neatly packed and let me open and can be placed no matter what I want.
I put my dresser and cabinet up, put teddy out of my suitcase and started looking for Gigi.
I frantically opened all the remaining boxes and couldn't see her and my other stuffed old toys.
A fear hung over my heart and I ran downstairs to my mom's room and asked if she had hidden them somewhere.
It turned out that she put all my old toys in a box and donated them to the local orphanage.
My dear Gigi went with them.
My heart is broken. I think part of my childhood has been given away.
I was crying at the time and even now I was trying to swallow and the tears hurt my eyes.
Lost the friend who made me realize that everyone or everything in my life is not perfect. .
My consolation is that the orphanage may want her to be with the little girl more, give them time to be loved and let them remember happiness, laughter and hope with her.
Hope they see her like I do.
She told me that one must accept the people around them and themselves, but must definitely try to be better.
It is a continuous process to overcome our imperfections and strive to be better people.
I may not have many friends today, I have a few that may not be perfect or look like Barbie, but they are all very attentive and that's why they are beautiful. . .