I grew up with Barbie envy. Will I ever heal?
When I was a kid, there was one thing I really, really wanted.
A Barbie doll.
Not the Miss Revlon my parents got me. Not some knock off. I wanted
the real thing. Barbie, with her misshapen feet and enormous boobs. But I
never, ever got one. [Stop while I wipe away a tear] My parents were
so, so terrible to me which is why I grew up to be a terrible, terrible
person.
Or not.
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Barbie Envy
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