When I was a little girl growing up, I wasn’t like other little girls. I had issues. I took anti-depressants.
I hated Barbie dolls. They were always blonde and perfect, and their Ken dolls treated them like princesses. Their plastic skin was always too tan, and their frosty pink lipstick made me think of Pepto Bismol.
Now, for little girls who had the same mental instabilities that I had, there’s Goth Barbie! Goth Barbie comes with her own piercings, way too dark makeup, and cut marks on her arm!
Rock on, Goth Barbie. Thank you for making me feel normal.
