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Published On: April 21, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Priyata Bhatta

Barbie Doll

Barbie Doll

I am not princess Snow White,

I am not the fairest in the land,

This was an insecurity of mine,

That I felt like I was always over tanned.


In elementary we had dramas,

My friends were princesses and fairies,

While I stood there in a green costume,

Playing the role of a frog, that I liked barely.


I had frizzy short hair

 and a really weird jaw line,

I wish I looked like the Barbie dolls I played with,

Ever since I was less than nine.


I was always overweight,

And I used to sweat a lot,

I thought girls weren’t supposed to be that way,

At least that was what I’d been taught.


So I put on some makeup,

And got my body waxed,

“why are you doing this”

gently my mother asked.


I told her how I wanted to be beautiful,

Like all the other girls in school,

I hated being the invisible one,

I was craving to be cool.


As middle school got over,

I started realizing a lot more,

I was invisible not because of my looks,

but because I had been hiding behind a self-made door.


As high school started,

I slowly began going out,

The door which I had built,

 was falsely designed, No doubt.


I got more confident

and I stopped trying to be someone else,

I felt more beautiful day by day,

And I started loving myself.


Fairness isn’t beauty,
looks barely matter at all,

It’s your heart and your personality that count,

And you realize you don’t need to be a Barbie doll.  

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