Fvck Barbie Dolls
I was the little girl who never liked Barbie dolls. I remember playing with one, just once, and getting scolded by my mom because I broke it. Playing with them “properly” was so boring. Disassembling the limbs, chopping the hair, checking what was inside, that made way more sense to my curious mind. That was fun. That felt like real play.
If I couldn’t go outside, I’d rather be lost in video games, scribbling in my secret diary, or playing keyboard or guitar.
But nothing beat being outdoors with other kids. My favorite was sword fighting in my old Halloween cloak, pretending we had superpowers. I genuinely believed I could move objects with my mind, and yes, I definitely tried more than a few times.
I talked to the wind because the trees always answered. I’d collect stones, twigs, feathers, and leaves like they were treasures. Running wild, sometimes barefoot, heart pounding, fully in the moment.
Just free and being. Attached to nothing.