BIG BOOTY & BARBIE: THE BEGINNINGS OF MY BODY ABUSE
I wish I could say that my body abuse is all over; that I love my body. I cannot; I am just not there yet. After almost 50 years of abusing this body; finding the body love will take time. Maybe you can relate to my story…
Clothes have defined my worth. As a preschooler; I couldn’t wait to wear my school dresses. They were all mine; not my sister’s hand me downs. My mom had purchased them just for me and boy did I wear those dresses.
Yet, I did have a rockin barbie doll collection and if I couldn’t have those cute clothes; she would!
My barbie was all about the bling, glitz and glamour!
My Barbie drove her convertible in her high heels and formal wear. She slept in her barbie townhouse in her beaded nightgown. This plastic doll allowed me to escape the craziness at home. 20 years later I swapped my barbie dolls for my daughter. We will get to that.
Grade school dampened my dazzle. Everyday For 12 years I was required to wear the same uniform with white shirt and white saddle shoes.
A week later, I transformed my 1s (F’s) to 5s (A’s) and amazed Mrs. Bechler. The hair pulling was not as frequent.
Hello boobs and booty!