Little Girls: Remember When

Remember the good old days when we were blind. In our own little bubble blocked away from any trouble. Not all of us had the luxury of staying in that bubble, and it was popped too early by traumatic events, but we can still remember a time when there was all smiles. Sure there are still smiles now, but they don't come as easy, or they do and they just don't last that long.

Ice cream, cookies, and funnel cake at water parks. Remember not caring or even knowing about a nutrition label. Wanting to eat the whole bakery section at Ralph's, and all of the sweet choices. We didn't care about thigh gaps or the best supermodel abs. Sure we saw the magazines, but those were like snow-white, they were just fairytales. Beauty Standards didn't matter; what mattered was how much ice cream you could shove into your mouth. Added Sugars were our best friend and we loved them, key word being used to though.

Trading at recess, cheating in handball, and birthday parties. Remember the things that we dilated to be so much bigger than their actual size. We had to each have best friends and they had to be ours. If your friend Rebecca gave her Oreo to Lizzie instead of you, her friend title would be stripped from her. We played home and fought over who was the daughter and mom because there wasn't much else to worry about. There wasn't anything to worry about so we tried to find the stupidest things to throw fits over.

We were in the best years of our lives, and our parents too, yet all we dreamed about was the future. Maybe it was the Pussycat's song, but we spent a good amount of time talking about what life would be like if we were older. The word impossible like the majority of 10 letter words weren't in our vocabulary so our career choices were over the top. We wanted to be singers, dancers, fashion designers, and first ladies all at the same time. I guess the reason for this is no one told us there is a string to being anything you want. And that's called hard work, or to us sketcher wearing kids, crossing all of the monkey bars.

The best part about these years that zoomed by was we didn't care. We didn't care to judge people or lie to savor one's feelings, and told the straight truth. If your shirt was ugly, it was ugly. Or some days we were the complete opposite and lied about everything because again, we didn't care. We didn't care about the brand name on your tag, especially when we were still learning that the tag belongs in the back. We didn't care and that's what made everything so beautiful. Now things are different.