The year is 1959. The place is The New York Toy Show. The toy is the Barbie Doll....and the rest is history.
I could never imagine that you and I were almost the same age.
Look at you: so thin, so beatiful. I'm a little bit fat and I can't find a way to remain a bit pretty...
My hair is grey. I have to wear glasses almost all the time. Otherwise I can't read a single word. My legs hurt. My knees hurt. My feet hurt. I can still walk but I get tired, very tired.
I'm old and you are young. But fortunately I'm alive and you never were or will be.
Happy birthday, Barbie! Enjoy you perfect body free from pain. At least you can say so!