A Little Girl Like Me

I stuffed cereal boxes with toys and attached a piece of string with a little bell to drag around with me. I called it a wagon. I would refuse to take off my soft pink leotard after ballet class and would hop from one bed to another, chanting a song in my broken English. I brushed barbie Belle's hair every night and told God that I would be a very good girl if he gave me hair like hers.

I overdosed on Sprite at my tea party and got the hugest headache after my drunken sugar rush. I found hiding spots behind fences, behind clothes in the closet, and under the beds. More than anything, I remember trying to recreate the stories I read in books. If I squeezed my eyes tight and spun in circles, I might ... just might fly.




She was a flower girl at a wedding. That's it. But to me, I was reminded of a little girl like me. Head cocked ever so slightly, eyes tightly shut, a dizzy sensation, and a dress that surely deserved to fly...

So when I came across this, I couldn't help but remember myself as a little girl. My frustrations in dance, but my determination to try....

(via Cup of Jo)

Happy Monday everyone ;)