When you were a little girl was there anyone more fabulous than Barbie?
I mean those shoes, those clothes, come on! I so wanted to BE Barbie. My sister and I had a trunk full of them. We had only the coolest 80’s Barbie gear; the car, accessories, the Vanna White gown collection.
Being the younger sister I was automatically designated “Ken”, “Brother”, or “Ugly Barbie” regardless of what we were playing. Ugly Barbie in our household was named Shapoopa (Sha-poop-a). She was too ugly to even be allowed to wear any of our glamorous Barbie clothes so she was always naked. Her hair had been cut off, yet miraculously held a permanent Barbie sized banana clip in it.
The day my daughter asked me to start playing Barbies with her was an exciting day.
I’d been waiting 3 years to play Barbies with her. I sat down at her brand-new doll house with her, ready for a morning of imaginary glamour. She pulled out the platinum blonde, beautiful, collectible, 2016 Holiday Barbie and told me “This is Barbie”. Of course, I smiled and fawned over how great she was. But it was obvious my daughter was claiming her. Then, she pulled out her messy, stringy haired version of Shapoopa. With a stroke of her hair and with a big smile on her face, she said, “This is Barbie’s Mom”…
It was my childhood all over again. After 32 years, I’m still playing Ugly Barbie.
Not only did I have to be my daughter’s version of shapoopa, but this was clearly an art imitating life situation. “Barbie’s Mom” or as I like to refer to her, “Ugly Barbie” is obviously not as easy on the eyes and sports a “Malibu Girl” shirt (no pants). There was a time in my life when I would have been flattered if someone thought I resembled a “Malibu Girl”. This is not one of those times. To add insult to injury “Barbie’s Mom” is always “sleeping”.
You know me, I’m all about the fabulous things; yes, feeling fabulous is super important, but I do like to look fabulous as well. Of course, not every day is a fashion show. I don’t normally put on my best Barbie heels just to hang out with my kids. Somedays changing my clothes and putting on moisturizer is an accomplishment. Maybe I’ve had a few too many of those lately. I’m taking this as a sign that I need to work on my self-care a little bit.
Somedays you’re not so fabulous, somedays you’re ugly Barbie.
And you just have to be OK with that. There’s always tomorrow.When you fall behind on your self-care you start to resemble Ugly Barbie more than your glam self. Click To Tweet