Now that I am an adult, there are a few things I think you should know…
I always wanted to be like you. You had the perfect body, bright eyes, shiny hair, and millions of admirers. I thought you were what it meant to be a woman.
I’m a woman now, and I don’t look like you. I’m kind of short, kind of chubby, and my cup size leaves something to be desired. My hair never turned blonde, my eyes never became blue. I wished and wished and wished, but never ended up looking like you.
When I stopped wishing to be like you, I set myself free. I live my life as a short, semi-chubby, flat-chested woman with dark hair and dark eyes. I love with all of my heart. I give great advice. I do good things for good people, and I eat lots of carbs.
I realize now that our world’s celebration of your unrealistic attributes was a negative influence on my self-esteem.
Hold on to your looks Barbie, they’re all you’ve got. I have a heart, a soul, people who love me and people I love. None of us look like you and we don’t want to. In fact, you’d be so lucky to be like me. You are an empty plastic replica, I am a masterpiece. You were created by machine, and I was created by God.
Me[message_box] [text_box title=”” icon=”comment”] Although a part of me will always love Barbie, our relationship was toxic and I had to end it. Remember, when you try to be someone else – you will only be a bad imitation of them. Be the best you and there is no competition.[/text_box][/message_box][clear]