I turned 50 last week and followed that with a significant Maddie melt down. It's been a couple of month since that has happened so I was taken by surprise. I don't know if the two are connected or if it was because I was working on a life reflection piece (not finished).
As I got past the tears and started pulling myself through the depression that always follows the tears, a spark of rebellion surfaced. So I lit into a Barbie. I gave her grey roots and carved wrinkles in her face. A Clairol dye bottle became her less than perfect body. With every move, I shed more of the yuk I had been feeling.
By the time I shared her with one of my roommates, I was giggling.
Come on! I know deep down you would like to take your shot at dear old "Barbie." I give you permission. In fact I dare you! Only one thing...I wanna see what you do.
