Quote of the Day: “The woman wins who calls herself beautiful and challenges the world to change to truly see her.” ~Naomi Wolf
I’m tired. I’ve been editing all day. I can’t even figure out how to turn off the italics on this blog. With that said, I’ve decided to keep it light.
Hold on to your hats all you politically correct mommy and daddys; I gave my daughter her first Barbie when she was 2. Yes, according to many of you, I have set her on the path of complete destruction of self esteem and body image. And, I wasted no time in doing so.
Call me selfish. I loved Barbie when I was a kid. I played with my Barbies until I was, embarrassingly, too old to be playing with Barbies. I don’t think Barbie messed with my self image. I had and continue to have great self esteem and body image; and, I looked more like Skipper on a good day. The only thing Barbie did to my psyche was plant the seed of my dream of moving to California.
Barbie has many roles in our home. Initially, she served as a chew toy for my teething 2 year old. As the child grew, I couldn’t wait for the dialogs and role playing we would do with the Barbie stash we collected from my childhood home. She, recently, received the gift of a Ken doll which thrilled me because the communicating and relating could now include boys; the species which she finds utterly disgusting. However, my daughter wanted nothing to do with communicating and relating with her dolls. The Barbies are, of course, all horse riders. There is no dialog exchanged, no dating and picking outfits for the day at the beach. There is only walk, trot and cantering. The Barbie townhouse serves as the hotel in which they stay for the horse show. There is no pink Barbie convertible, only the Breyer Trailer and Pickup which will take the Rider Barbies to the horse shows. As for Ken, he is the designated Groom. In his ascot and bellbottoms he mucks the stalls. Always with a silly grin on his face.
With the addition of our newest baby, the pup, Barbie has come full circle. She is once again a chew toy. To the chagrin of the child, anything left on the floor is fair game. CEO (of a Software Technology Company) Barbie is now missing her nose, arm, leg and some patches of hair. Oh well, Babs, age gets the best of us all!
When I uploaded the photos, my mind immediately jumped back to when I was 8 years old. Oh, the joy and endless hours of imaginative play I got out of these dolls. It takes more than a plastic toy to destroy self esteem… don’t you think?!