...there lived a little girl. This little girl lived in a small house in a big city.
She lived with her Mother and Father and until she was seven and her baby brother appeared screaming at the top of his lungs and never really stopping again, they were three.
The little girl loved dressing up. She stole her mother's shoes from her wardrobe and spent hours dressing up her dolls. When she started school she was not happy with having to wear a green checked dress every day.
Pink was her favourite colour, you see? As she got older she fought with her mother, who wanted to put her in jeans and t-shirts when the weekends came. Instead, she begged her Grandparents to buy her party dress after party dress. They couldn't help spoiling their only Granddaughter.
When the little girl got bigger and went to high school, she was horrified that the trend at the time was to remove the belt from the uniform in defiance of the strict uniform code. "Who wants to wear a sack dress?", she thought, even then she knew the benefits of a decent belt.
But then she met boys. No longer was she spending hours trawling her wardrobe deciding what to wear. She had a uniform, the typical teenage uniform of jeans and t-shirts. It took her four years to get her chic back.
Now she's not so obsessed with dresses, this little girl who is now a big girl, still lives in a small house in an even bigger city, with a husband and a job, she can enjoy the wonders of life and manage to do it all in four inch heels.
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