Dreams of a little girl

Growing up, I was obsessed with Barbie dolls. I had almost every single Barbie and created all sorts of fashion by cutting up all my old skirts and t-shirts. She was my idol, with her perfect perky nippleless boobs, round bum cheeks, flat abs and torso, pop-out hips and legs that could twist 360🙈🤦🏽‍♀️ 30 years later… I look at these recent pics of myself in the streets of Tenerife… and I cannot help but think – I look just like the doll I should have had when I was a child… a doll with a soft belly and flabby arms, stretchmarks and cellulite, saggy tits and a flat bum, thighs with no gap, sausage toes and hair that mince, short and dark skinned…a doll that could speak reminding the little girl💬 “You’re pretty” “You’re so brave” “You can achieve whatever you put your mind to” “You are loved” “You will achieve great things” “Hello you smart and gorgeous girl”
Society with its unrealistic photoshopped magazine covers girls and clothing aimed at size 0 runway models makes it very hard for our girls to accept and love ourselves for they way we’re created and the individuals that we are. 👧🏽
It’s up to us, women, moms, aunts, sisters, friends, cousins, teachers… to keep reminding our girls of their beauty and worth so that when they grow up, they will refuse to settle, they will set goals and confidently achieve them all and not wait around for Ken to rock up with a red Lambo (cos she got her own) and she has her priorities straight.🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
💗💗 Sio

SioDreams of a little girl