Bubble-wrapped

Let me tell you a story. It is a story of a little girl.
Ever since she was a kid, she was given love. She was pampered. She was protected. At first, she loved the attention. It was awesome, really. She would get whatever she wanted as soon as she asked for it. Some would say she was spoilt.
Then, she started growing older. People around her, at school, changed. They grew up. They started becoming girlier. They started looking pretty. She wanted to look pretty too. But she wasn't allowed. She wasn't allowed to experiment. She wasn't given the freedom. The love and protection had turned into over-protection. There were restrictions for everything. She couldn't put on makeup. She couldn't wear what she wanted to wear. She wasn't allowed to do anything to her hair. She wasn't allowed to wax her body. She wasn't allowed to go out with friends, that often.( Not that she minded, anyway. She was an indoors-y person) She didn't get to do the things other people her age were doing. She wasn't allowed to be independent. Her parents made all the decisions for her. Her life wasn't hers anymore.The over-protection started choking her.
The bubble-wrap she was covered in was too thick. She was in too deep, to get out. It was too late to even TRY being independent, because she didn't know how. She needed to get away, but she couldn't. She fears she will be stuck in the same place forever, like a bird in a Wildlife Sanctuary, which doesn't fly too far from it's home, because it has no where else to go. And maybe, just maybe, she's right.