“You remind me of my friend, like you could be her twin. You are exactly the same, before she turned girly-girl.”
I like to believe that there is a reason why I don’t fit in this societal construct of what it means to be a girl. Alright, not so much believe as to blame it on the fact that I was not allowed to have a Barbie until I was 13. I mean, I was given Barbies, but I was not allowed to open them and play with them until I was much older. During my primal years of development, I missed out on the physical experience of Barbie playing. Yup! And that is the result of why I am like this today, because I was not allowed to play with Barbies until later in life. Not to say it’s a bad thing, I just like to use it as an excuse for not being a “girly-girl,” as they like to call it. That, and because it still bothers me to this day that once I was allowed to play with Barbies, the rules changed and my younger sisters were allowed to play with them at a much younger age. Yeah, you know what? I think that’s what bothers me most. Not the fact that I missed out on Barbie playing, but the fact that my sisters got to play with Barbies earlier!
That escalated quickly, BUT just because I didn’t get to play with Barbies does not define the way I act and who I am today. What has defined the way I act and who I am today, is the fact that I got the lower end of the stick of the deal. Who isn’t allowed to play with Barbies until they’re 13?