I was in the 6th grade when that infamous red bathing suit poster came out. I remember one nerdy boy named Michael just going absolutely nuts before the teacher arrived to teach her class. That poster was being passed around by all the boys while the girls consoled themselves with Baby Love lip gloss. I hated Farrah on the spot. That feathered blond hair gave birth to a blow dryer revolution that would fry my preteen curly brown hair years. I decided right then and there that I would hate all straight haired blonds going forward.
In the 90's , I secretly gloated as she aged and ethnic girls with curves and curls came into style. I grew up and she was growing old....she also adopted the curls that I so long fought with from birth.....
I had a change of heart after watching Farrah's documentary a few weeks ago. Her resolve and compassion during her own pain and disappointments reflected a depth of humanity that I honestly thought she lacked. She knew she was dying and only asked of God that she simply wanted to live.
When I watch those early commericals of her at the height of her beauty and vitality, it makes me wonder sometimes.......What is God thinking about anyway?..........
Not even a bubbly blond deserved that.......
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