I don't know, maybe I'm jealous. . Even though I am only sixteen years old now and have not fully 'grown up.' Growing up, maybe the 'Barbie image' gave me something to strive for, she was tall, had long beautiful blonde hair, her wardrobe was immense and varied, her waist line to die for, and those long legs and plump chest drew a sidekick/boyfriend named Ken, the 'male' Barbie. Now you can see why I'm jealous, or was jealous. I look at her now, and think of ways I can reconstruct her, so that instead of being jealous I could snigger and make ....