I don't like Barbie dolls. Mainly due to a rather traumatic experience as a child. My sister is what's known as "sadistic". I admit that as a child I was quite annoying. I was a bit moany (not alot changes). I had alot of Barbie dolls. I didn't have a Ken. I really wanted a Ken. So badly. I wanted to make him and Barbie smooch, and make them hold hands, and dance around the room together. It was rather magical in my mind. So I asked my Mum for a Ken. I asked my Dad for a Ken. I asked my Grandparents for a Ken. I asked my older sisters for a Ken. When I was ignored, I asked again, and again. So it went on. Until one day this constant mithering got to much for my eldest sister, who has about ten years on me. She sat me down, and promised me a Ken. I was ever so pleased. I sat, and I waited, and she returned with my favourite Barbie doll. She had extra long hair, that you could spend ages brushing, and putting clips in it, and platts etc. She was ace. My darling sister then got a pair of scissors and chopped Barbies hair off. Until Barbie looked like a boy. She then happily passed me Barbie, and told me she was now Ken. I cried. Alot. I did try to make best of the situation after I was over the initial shock, and Barbie got some lesbian action, but it just didn't feel right. Ever since I have hated Barbie. I moved on to toy cars, and was a much happier child for it. Which leads me on to the reason for this blog. I saw a woman recently who looked just like Barbie. I mean she had the same plastic look, she looked like she would never age. Mainly due to alot of plastic surgery. Well, she looked like Barbie, after Barbie had a monster boob job. This womans boobies were HUGE. Surely no one would choose to have that back pain, and difficulty in finding clothing intentionally?
I don't have a problem with plastic surgery at all. I think if it makes you feel confident, and it makes you feel better, why the hell not? There is always someone on the sidelines who is waiting to knock you down, and if that's what you need to feel confident, then go for it. However, with every good thing, there is always someone that is wanting to take it that bit to far. These people I don't understand. Why would you want your face to remain expressionless for the rest of your life? Why would you want HUGE abnormal boobies? Why would you want people staring at you like you was a freak show? Not that people should be doing...but it's a little like a car wreck, you don't want to look, yet you just can't take your eyes away from it. This woman I saw, who looked like Barbie suffered from low self confidence. She had lost alot of weight and plastic surgery made her feel good about herself. This is what I don't understand though, she had gone from one extreme to another. People were still judging her for how she looked. She'd just moved their attention elsewhere, and that's what I don't understand. She still felt bad, and it hadn't really done anything for her. I mean Barbie looks good, Ken digs her, but would you really want to look like her forever?
Plastic Surgery isn't for me. For one I am a complete wimp. I've seen them shows that show people going through it, they look bruised and battered for months. Why would I want to put myself through that? Seriously, I'll stay ugly thanks. Plus, there is nothing that I REALLY hate. I mean if I started picking, I could find loads of things that bothered me a little bit. So I'd probably end up getting addicted, because I would be never satisfied, and I to would end up without an expression. Also many men I have spoken to don't really think much of boob jobs, or so they say. Maybe this is one of these things, where they say one thing, but when they come face to face (literally) with the munsters it might be a different story. I guess it all depends on the person. So JU tell me, would you have plastic surgery? Have you had plastic surgery? What do you think about it? Love it? Hate it? Not bothered? Tell me!