to all the 10 year old girls in the world,
I would tell them
to dump Barbie,
with her unrealistic proportions
and manufactured friendships,
and pick up the carpet fibers
of a mother's work day
or a father's multi-digit salary
with too many zeros in front,
and not enough after
to make him count.
I'd tell them to
sit
Barbie
down,
ask her
what life is,
what love is,
when time stops
and wait for an answer.
They wouldn't get one,
because Barbie can't do much
for anyone,
or herself for that matter.
She needs little girl hands
to clarify her existence.
Laura dresses her
for a stressful day at the spa;
Susie tucks her in for
another night of
open-eyed beauty sleep.
She can't
even bend her own
knees
without someone's fingers
snapping them back,
fragile hands
doing all the work
at such a young age.
These little hands belong
to children
who count on her for things
she couldn't possibly
know how to give.
but still,
they grow into life size replicas,
living on
Abercrombie and Fitch,
Vogue, People, Seventeen magazines,
and two digit #s
on a scale
that should hold 3.
Even after so many years
of slaving over Barbie,
they grow up
to but just like her,
playing the role of a model
within the cardboard frame
called life.
4 comments:
First of all, I love the concept. I liked when you talk about the father's salary. And I liked how you talked about the little girls turning into Barbie and weighing like 90lbs make me feel like a fatass -_- Lol sorry. It was wonderful darling.
i love the list in the beginning, especially manufactured friendships. sugarcube, you're awesome with manipulation.
but it's true: barbie does need the hands of little children to tell her who she is.
<3
cardboard frame
called life
I loved that line so much.
This was awesome :]
Hmm blown away is pretty much all I can say.
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