Bones Lost in this world of bones,
Mine are finally showing.
Once upon a time they were hidden
Under the fat that was forbidden.
Now it`s all gone,
The cellulite,
The flab.
Now there is nothing more of me to grab.
People want me to come back
From the hell of starvation.
I don`t know what they mean;
It`s just diet dedication.
This is a childhood poem by the grand-daugter of the inventor of Barbie.
I`ve read a lot of interesting things related to my research. -"Soorollid muinasjuttudes ja kaasaja ühiskonnas: kas õrnad printsessid ja võimsad kangelased?"
And did you know that the pink - trade mark of Barbie, is the same pink that was used for triangulars that Nazi` concentration camps used for marking the gays ..mhmh :D
Barbie topic has always been a source of trouble. Btw it`s been proved that if Barbie doll was real-it/she couldn`t even stand up, no need to mention walking or anything like that.
It`s perfect way to brainwash little girls(and boys)..it`s the same as to say: YES, ANOREXIA AND BULIMIA ARE THE BEST. LOOKS IS ALL THAT MATTERS- AND YOU BETTER NOT FORGET IT! ect, ect..so- great thing to teach your malleable children.
I`m sure everything has it`s 2 sides...but sometimes the dark side really shadows all the rest..
ok, I`ll find something positive: good doll for playing(doll like every other doll); good for practising the sewing too..
And happy ending..a little bit of nostalgy..;P
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