Growing Up Skipper was a very special doll. When you twisted her arm around her breasts would grow (yes, really!), her waist would get smaller and she would grow taller. Magical, I tell you.
And so I thought one day the same would happen to me. Alas, it did not happen. Not so much, anyway. And like many other young girls, I was disappointed that God didn't give me a Mattel body.
But, lately, with this whole tissue expansion thing, I feel like a real life Growing Up Skipper doll. Complete with shoulder discomfort. From all the arm twisting.
Now if only I could grow a little taller and shrink my waist ...
P.S. I offer the image above as proof for some of my younger friends who have doubted Growing Up Skipper's existence. Oh, children of the '80s, you have no idea the wild and totally politically incorrect things you missed in the '70s. And you thought the Bratz dolls were bad ...
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YOU are hilarious!!! I don't remember "Growing Up Skipper", but it's just like your parents to let you have the coolest doll ever, and just like mine to keep me from all knowledge of her. =)
I just had my first expansion yesterday (2 weeks post bi-lateral surgery), and thought of this doll (though I couldn't remember its name). I asked the doctor and nurse if they remembered this doll. They didn't, and my husband thought I was making it up (post-narcotic hallucination, NOT). Fortunately, my sister, who just had her 2nd implant surgery last week, remembered, and we both were laughing about it and how the recon expanders simulated what the doll does. Love your blog!
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