I've written about my perfect-Scandinavian-looks-phobia and how I will never be that
No wonder I hate Barbies. I never even liked them when I was a kid. I once got one, and I did
ask for one for my birthday, as all the other girls were playing with them, I figured I had to have one as well.
From a young age I was confinced that you needed to look like Barbie to be succesfull. She always had beautiful clothes, a nice car, house, boyfriend, everything. Maybe I didn't really realize it back then, but now I can imagine I might
The oddest thing of all is that even though I dislike Barbie, I do have loads of respect for Marilyn Monroe. A strange fascination for this blonde woman. I even have pictures of her hanging around my house. Not just fascination, respect. And with respect I immediately found out why I detested the blonde population of our world. It wasn't like I didn't like any
of them, there were just a few who soured it up for the rest. It wasn't just because they were blonde... No, it was the way they caried themselves. An ugly way. A way to make me feel miserable.
But now, the time has come to say thank you. So, thanks Jessica (and many others, whom I won't mention by name), for making life hard for me at times, for years making me to have wanted to look and be just like you. But now, still not 100% satisfied with who I am and what I look like, I am glad I am not you and the personality that you carry.