There comes to me memories of a time in my life where toys were my best friends. Well, I can say that still is a part of me even now, transporting my heart pillow with floppy hands (yes, always ready to give me a hug when I really need it) from India all the way to Italy.
I still snuggle up in bed with it and would not give it up for the world.
Far far away, up in the creepy corners of my home loft lies a huge secret suitcase, which I pull down occasionally when I go home.
It is a treasure chest for me, a pandoras box, the mystery of what lays inside being known, but when ever I unlock it, I am filled with the same anticipated child like excitement of discovery.
Inside, the stuffed toys are always on the top protecting my fragile ones below. I cuddle and squeeze one of my pillow like lazy dogs and dig deeper to find the essence of every girls childhood "BARBIE".
Golden hair, perfect body, extremely pointed breasts which strikes me now, and legs to die for. It is surprising how such an unrealistic abstraction of a human being made of plastic could create centuries of favouritism, coddling and imitation, of course the last thing I wanted in life then was to look like that.
Not surprisingly so, my barbie had a purple saree draped on her. I remember fantasizing about owning an Indian barbie and my mom improvised creatively by stitching a cute indian outfit for a blondy I had. I named her Jasmine.
I used to play with them strangely in the bathroom. Kimberly would be flying in the sky and Jasmine would try to save her when she was going to fall. Aaaand...the finale was Kim hanging on to Jasmine mid air (I used to entwine their hands together). Thank god for their extremely flexible joints.
Ok now we come to the concept of KEN. Kendraavi only! I never really understood why a gay guy doll had to even come into the picture. I mean, would barbie even go for a guy like that? They freaking look like anna thangachi man!
And do NOT forget thier mini cars, mini homes, mini hairbrush, mini TOOTHBRUSH, which I lost in some even tinier crevice and still can not seem to find.
From beautiful stick face to iconic image.
Sigh...I love you, you skinny barbie bitch and always will, whether you have fake boobs or not :)
I still snuggle up in bed with it and would not give it up for the world.
Far far away, up in the creepy corners of my home loft lies a huge secret suitcase, which I pull down occasionally when I go home.
It is a treasure chest for me, a pandoras box, the mystery of what lays inside being known, but when ever I unlock it, I am filled with the same anticipated child like excitement of discovery.
Inside, the stuffed toys are always on the top protecting my fragile ones below. I cuddle and squeeze one of my pillow like lazy dogs and dig deeper to find the essence of every girls childhood "BARBIE".
Golden hair, perfect body, extremely pointed breasts which strikes me now, and legs to die for. It is surprising how such an unrealistic abstraction of a human being made of plastic could create centuries of favouritism, coddling and imitation, of course the last thing I wanted in life then was to look like that.
Not surprisingly so, my barbie had a purple saree draped on her. I remember fantasizing about owning an Indian barbie and my mom improvised creatively by stitching a cute indian outfit for a blondy I had. I named her Jasmine.
I used to play with them strangely in the bathroom. Kimberly would be flying in the sky and Jasmine would try to save her when she was going to fall. Aaaand...the finale was Kim hanging on to Jasmine mid air (I used to entwine their hands together). Thank god for their extremely flexible joints.
Ok now we come to the concept of KEN. Kendraavi only! I never really understood why a gay guy doll had to even come into the picture. I mean, would barbie even go for a guy like that? They freaking look like anna thangachi man!
And do NOT forget thier mini cars, mini homes, mini hairbrush, mini TOOTHBRUSH, which I lost in some even tinier crevice and still can not seem to find.
From beautiful stick face to iconic image.
Sigh...I love you, you skinny barbie bitch and always will, whether you have fake boobs or not :)
