you have such a beautiful face.
i've decided that you can either have a good sixteenth birthday, or a good rest of your life.
i looked in the mirror this morning and was stopped short. it was my sixteenth birthday, and i was blonde. i can remember when i was little and praying to be blonde, and praying to be sixteen. it was all i wanted in life, like that could solve all my problems. i was a naive little girl, and blondes don't have more fun. i realized how much better my life would have been if someone would have told me that when i was a wishing little girl. i would have had so much of a happier childhood. i wouldn't have been staring at my new barbies in so much envy as i blew out the candles. so when my daughter turns five and is about to blow, i won't let her waste her wish. i'll tell her "don't worry baby, you'll be blonde on your sixteenth birthday." and she'll live on that fact for her whole life and be so happy, that on her birthday when she's still a brunette she'll sit by the mirror and cry. but all those years will have been her dream. she won't have to wish for more anymore, and she won't have to count on hair or age to fix her. she'll just live happily ever after, and on that morning as she cries, i'll look her in the eye and say "don't worry baby, it's never as good as you imagined."
that's what i wanted for me. instead i got my childhood and my blonde hair, and a day like any other. a girl never forgets her sweet sixteen, one last reason i'm thanking god i'm not a girl.
i looked in the mirror this morning and was stopped short. it was my sixteenth birthday, and i was blonde. i can remember when i was little and praying to be blonde, and praying to be sixteen. it was all i wanted in life, like that could solve all my problems. i was a naive little girl, and blondes don't have more fun. i realized how much better my life would have been if someone would have told me that when i was a wishing little girl. i would have had so much of a happier childhood. i wouldn't have been staring at my new barbies in so much envy as i blew out the candles. so when my daughter turns five and is about to blow, i won't let her waste her wish. i'll tell her "don't worry baby, you'll be blonde on your sixteenth birthday." and she'll live on that fact for her whole life and be so happy, that on her birthday when she's still a brunette she'll sit by the mirror and cry. but all those years will have been her dream. she won't have to wish for more anymore, and she won't have to count on hair or age to fix her. she'll just live happily ever after, and on that morning as she cries, i'll look her in the eye and say "don't worry baby, it's never as good as you imagined."
that's what i wanted for me. instead i got my childhood and my blonde hair, and a day like any other. a girl never forgets her sweet sixteen, one last reason i'm thanking god i'm not a girl.