I'm a Barbie Girl...

Barbie: perfectionism at its finest. I can remember the glory days of my childhood where I was always experimenting with my Barbies, playing along side my little sister. I was oh so fond of hacking her hair off and changing up her style every now and then. Every Christmas, birthday, or Eid, I would anticipate the arrival of a new doll for me to play with. Till this day I can remember the first time my grandmother handed me an African American Barbie doll. That's when all my hopes and dreams came true.

Many people are probably like o.0 lol, but it's true. Growing up, listening to Barbie's fairy tale, she had it all. The dream house, the dream car, as many careers as you could imagine, and the dream boyfriend. But for me, it seemed like only a Caucasian girls life style. My mom always taught me that I could could be anything and anybody that I wanted if I set my mind to it. But that day my grandmother put that African American Barbie in my hand, I knew that I could really accomplish it.

I guess it was a 7 year olds pipe dream to have it all. Regardless of what main stream society may say about Barbie and Zsa Zsa Gabor, the lady who Barbie was first created after, she taught me that you could have it all: A career, a social life, a family, and a great pair of shoes for every day of the year. You know how I love shoes...

And a African American Ken to match!