"Barbie...You!"

A few weeks ago, as we were sitting in dance class getting our tribal makeup lesson, my instructor blurts out: "Every time I look at you, you remind me of Barbie."

I turn my head around - she can't possibly be speaking about me. Then she says, "Not you (another student); Carma. Carma reminds me of Barbie."

I have never been compared to anything as hot as Barbie ever in my life *brushes hair over each shoulder and tilts head*

My momentary elation was quickly overcome, though, when I got a vision in my head of 1950's Barbie. Yeah, that's more my speed.

The instructor goes on to say that there is a Barbie in her "moma's" house that sits on a shelf and every time she walks by it, it reminds her of me, probably due to the shape of my head. As I apply the dark eyeliner she says, "now you are going to look even more like the Barbie" and tells me she will email a photo.

I head home and decide to google 1950's Barbie. Yep, as I figured, not some hot bombshell, but rather this:

Shortly thereafter I receive an email from my instructor: subject line: "Barbie...You!"

I contains the exact same picture: Oval face, bangs, wavy dark hair, light green eyes, pouty lips and dark eyeliner on upper lids. Yep, that's me, save for the petite nose.

Why, oh why, couldn't it have been THIS Barbie:

*sigh*