I found a naked Barbie underneath the kitchen table.

Barbie has become my daughter?s companion; she loves to dress her, undress her, comb her hair, take baths with her, and drive in a pretend blue convertible around the living room floor on her way to the ? beach.? What is her attraction to that doll? The long legs that twist in every direction? The perfectly painted red lips? The shiny long hair? Perfectly pointed breasts? Polished toes?

I didn?t want that doll in my house, and made that fact known. Somehow Barbie crept in though?she always seems to find a way into little girls? homes. My little one practices on and with her?practices putting tight clothes on, practices brushing the hair, and practices dives into the deep part of the bath near the drain.

Do I tell her now that she shouldn?t look to emulate Barbie?she can never live up to the ideal?that idolizing her can lead to eating disorders?that no amount of micro-dermabrasion can create skin like hers?

Just when I get myself into a froth over this subject?I find naked Barbie carelessly thrown? under the kitchen table?her hair cut off on one side?her designer clothes lost in a crayon pile?dried playdough on her hands?and a thick red marker scribble across her stomach.

I take a deep breath?calm down?Barbie really is a little bit like all of us.

She has bad days too.

Written by Gwen Gardner

www.LittleChickieWear.com

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