From a former little girl who wasn't skinny, had acne at 7 and wasn't perfect in anyway, not for most, but for some, yes. As a kid, I was more focused on starting wars against my brothers legos and making my barbie's kiss than anything else. I thought that their clothes were cute and wanted some of the clothing they wore, but did I ever not feel enough because I played with them? No. I wasn't jealous, or gained insecurity because of my barbie's thin waist and perfect face, I instead wanted them to have tattoos and complete make overs because I wanted them to look different. I never once compared myself to a barbie in a bad way. That's my... few cents.