"You look just like a little doll" she said "I would love to have a daughter to play with." I grinned from ear to ear when my classmate's mother came up to me and complimented the pair of pink denim overalls I was wearing with a white knit top underneath. It was "field day" on the second-to-last day of second grade. I had admired J's mom all school year long. She was very pretty with wavy blond hair and a big smile. I also admired the mother of another classmate, M. She had short hair that was dyed different shades of blond and cropped into a fashionable style. She always wore big hoop earrings and had not one, not two, but three holes in each ear on which she fashioned the biggest hoops. That was so cool. They both wore very stylish and I imagined that when I grew up I would have dyed hair, earrings, and wear fashionable clothing too. What drew me to envision myself a fashionable blond and to pick out these mothers from all those in the classroom to admire?