the thing about barbie is that it captures the exact feeling of growing up as a girl. you begin with thinking everything is perfectly pink, that you are perfect, until.
until someone stares at you.
until you compare yourself to others.
until you feel the fear of aging.
until someone assults you.
until someone makes you feel unsafe.
until you notice the horrors of the world around you.
until you want to crawl into a hole where no one will look at you.
until you feel like you can do nothing at all.
and you have to find ways to stop these things. these things that you can not change, and barely influence.
and you think nothing in the world is fixable. you arent fixable.
until you see friends laugh together.
until you have a nice moment with a stranger.
until you look at the beauty of nature.
until you talk about these issues with others.
until you find community.
until you find yourself.
and then the world starts looking a little pinker again.