Hi! I am Barbie Millicent Roberts, otherwise known as Barbie. I was born in 1959 and I have been one of the most popular toys of all time.

I have also been involved in numerous controversies. I have been blamed for body image issues. I have been attacked about my size and how girls perceive me.

Yet, no one ever asked me what I think about myself. Because if they did, they would know I have body image issues as well.

Let’s start with the obvious. I have no vagina. You probably know this already (I know your perverted younger brothers know this as well). This is one of the hardest things for me to live with. People tell me that I am perfect and they wished they looked like me. Well, how can I even be taken seriously when I do not have parts that every other woman has?

My body is not perfect either. If you were to put it in “real life” I would be one out of 4.3 billion people. I wish I looked more like She-Ra or Wonder Woman. They always go to Crossfit together and never invite me. They think I am a snob because the way I look. They do not realize that I am so jealous of their bodies. What I would do to have some muscles. What I would do to go workout with them. Yet every time I ask, they ignore me.

Ken and I have had a rough relationship for many years. He does not have a penis, which he takes out on me. I have been strong but I am tired of being with someone who is not happy with himself. I am better than that. I know that society looks at me like I have it all. Why, because I have small hips. Please. I cannot even keep a job. I am smart as well! I have been an astronaut AND a doctor.

I have friends though. Teresa, Midge and Christie have been there when the BRATZ and others have bashed me. They help me and they know that although society looks at me as perfect, I am not. I am just an over 50-year-old doll. I do not eat much because I am usually in a box or I am made of plastic. And there is rarely food at a tea party. I am not as wanted as an American Girl doll and each year they make better toys for girls.

Please do not blame me for body image issues. I have my own. Making a doll that looks different than me with my name is not the answer. Everyone has their issues and that is what we need to teach our children. My body might not be realistic for most and that is okay. That is actually better than okay. Because I am sure that young women have talents that most do not have. They have sparkling eyes that most do not have. We should teach young women that there is much more positive than negative in the mirror.

At the end of the day, you can point your finger at me. You can point it at magazines, photoshopped pictures and Hollywood.

But when my younger sister Skipper comes up to me and says….
“At school today they told me I am not tall/short/light/dark/pretty/ugly/fat/skinny enough…”

I will tell her that she is perfect the way she is.

Because I am perfect the way I am.



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