I was 12, even though she was an old toy, this was the first time I looked at her keenly. I noticed her flawless, glowing white skin, her golden hair, her perfect smile, blue eyes, she was so delicate, tall and so beautiful.
The moment I took my eyes off her and looked at the mirror, I saw another girl, wheatish skin round
face, jet black thick hair, a chipped front tooth (In school, one boy fell on me, I hit the ground and lost a small edge of my tooth ) dark brown big eyes, chubby cheeks, plump, not tall either.
I went running to my aunt breathing heavily I asked "Am I beautiful?". She looked at the barbie doll in my hand smiled and said "Yes Anu, you are beautiful". I was so relieved to hear that. She continued
"But you know just being beautiful isn't everything. You should not try to compete with other girls on beauty, there is always going to be someone else more beautiful than you. Beauty is not permanent.
You should have a kind heart, helpful nature, study hard, be a good daughter, you know how many sacrifices your mother has made for you. She works so hard to pay your school fees, you are the only reason for her living."