Guest blog post by philanthropist and author Brenna Smith.
As a child, I wanted to be Barbie. I saw her as flawless in every way from looks, to accessories, to Ken.
I couldn't imagine a better way to exist, and who wouldn't want all of their worldly possessions to come in Pepto-Bismol Pink?! I knew it would be utopia if I could just be a part of her perfectly pink plastic world.
After Barbie was passé, I tried a stint as Punky Brewster, but the ever watchful adults in my life kept me from rebelling too much (thank you).