I was about 4 years old when my grandmother gave her to me. She was brown skin with a round nose and two brown ponytails of yarn. She wore a blue jumper and a yellow short sleeve shirt that was outlined in red. Her sneakers stuck out from the bottom of her pants legs like headlights. She looked like me... She was me....Her name was Huggy Bean, and she was all mine!
Even though I was 4 years old, I understood the importance of having a doll that looked just like me. It was okay that my skin was a toasty brown color. It was okay that my hair was not straight and blonde like many of the other dolls. It was okay that my nose was round. It was okay to look like me. I could relate to Huggy Bean, and I appreciated her.- 1BlessedNatural
"Rejoice always".-1 Thessalonians 5:16