Am I a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World? March 8, 2009Posted by kittyadventures in Uncategorized.
This was brought about by a discussion on the
unofficial cute overload chat forum found Here.
where we were discusing if they had made us
insecure as some idiot see article here
suggested and was trying to get barbies banned
in order to get some press and not out of any real desire
to help girls.
This of course prompted a discussion
between us as to how we had played
with our barbies and how they
had affected us.
Which of course made me think about my barbies and wonder, had they affected my own self esteem because there is no way in GOD'S green earth I could ever even come close to the Barbie Doll look ;Que thoughts of Paris Hilton who, well she is built like a barbie doll and really I never have been from my short thick neck to my thick waist, thick ankles and of course my round face.
Well actually for me they were a little bit of an inspiration to be who I wanted to be. An escape from the life in an alcoholic home that I endured. Of course I did want to look that fab and have all those beautiful clothes, but she was a doll not a human.
So no she did not give me poor self esteem.
So I scoured the net to find my barbie fold up case house thingy
Which I must point out to you had way groovy furniture. IT was the late 60's mind you.
This is my first barbie doll modeling an outfit my grandmother made for her. Please take note of the awesome very in white lipstick. The bob hair cut she was very cutting edge 1965.
And below is the last Barbie I got .. Not like there were tons I only had three.
Anyway she is Malibu Barbie 1971.
She also is sporting a beautiful gown
made by My grandma who really was
made of all things awesome.
I can show you these two because some how they survived in my Mom's house to be retrieved by me.
This last one is a picture I found on line of what was my favorite Barbie. -She was a 1969 Brunette flip barbie I thought she was beautiful. She had my color of hair and I got her along with the really cool doll house.
She was bendable and talked and I have no idea what happened to her. In the end I found the other dress my Grandma crocheted just for her. but all I have is this picture of some one else's doll..
The reality is though that who I chose to emulate was not my Barbie dolls. Oh no not even close. Although I enjoyed playing with them.The person who was my roll model in life was the Grandma who was so full of awesomeness, who made me doll clothes and sometimes dresses for me. Who made me cookies when I spent the night and shelled peas with me and sent me out to pick fresh black berries for our ice cream. Who swept me up when my heart was breaking in her arms and let me know that no matter what I could always go to her house.
The woman who taught me to sew and love God and be a gracious woman. That was who was my roll model.
We all have paths we choose in life.. Those paths are blazed not by dolls or even the actresses or actors on TV but by the people in our lives that we see every day.