Dear Barbie,
Happy 50th Birthday!
Not many women can age as well as you do. I thought for sure that your unrealistic body proportions would have resulted in severe back problems by now, but you seem to be in excellent health.
It's good to know that you're still going strong after your break-up with Ken. What a sad day that was for the world. But five years have passed now, and you've moved on with your life. Good for you.
People say that you're not a good role model: that you're too unrealistic, and you contribute to young girls' discontent with their bodies, while conforming to stereotyped and objectified views of women.
I disagree. You were one of my favorite companions when I was younger, and I turned out just fine. Well, that might be open for interpretation, but at the very least I can say that I'm not obssessed with the fact that I do not have measurements of 39-21-33. However, I am still holding out for your hot pink convertible like the battery-operated one I drove around in when I was four.
In fact, I am willing to say you were a positive role model in my life. You taught me that I can accomplish whatever I want to in life, and that I can be smart and beautiful. And that one can never have too many shoes.
Here's to another 50 years!
Love,
Erica <3
P.S. I was you for Halloween. I hope I did you justice.
