A Barbie

It’s not fair. If you wanted a Barbie, why didn’t you just say it? We try to comfort ourselves by saying that they will see past this. But I know. I get it now. All they want is Barbie. Perfection and beauty. Cold plastic glossy with societal acceptance, not warm fleshy imperfections. Maybe she’ll have some brains or a kind heart and to top it all off, she’s gorgeous. Gorgeous from head to toe.

I’m not a Barbie. What the hell am I going to do?