My Little Girl

I recently shared space with some very young ladies aged 5 to 12 who were in a beauty pageant.  While they were all very nice, polite and well-behaved, they all seemed pre-occupied and self-absorbed.  They were concerned with their hair, their outfits, how they spoke, how they moved, and their performances.  They seemed lacking in interest toward others, or anything else at all.  While their mothers seemed to be having an enjoyable time, I didn’t notice the little girls laughing or playing.  I think I would give my little girl dolls, pets, a garden, friends and chances to play with things that intrigued her.  That was the sort of happy growing-up time I had as a girl.  I never wondered about how I looked till I was much older.  I had plenty of time to think about it then.

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