I love Barbie….. Which girl hasn’t at one time or another?

She got to go places in little bikinis, have a closet full of designer clothes and a pink sports car with a gorgeous man on her arm.

My fascination with Barbie did not come from my childhood years. She was never one of my favorite dolls growing up. When my parents did buy them for me, I end up breaking her from limb to limb and then I would cry for hours because I broke my new doll. I was really more of a She-Ra girl, saving the world with her magical powers, bad-ass outfits and, best of all, unbendable limbs.

It wasn’t until after I graduated from university and I was preparing to enter the professional working world that Barbie re-emerged in my life. My mother gave me this doll ….

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It was her way of saying you can be anything you want to be – just don’t forget to have the appropriate wardrobe to go with it. Yup, that’s her, my mother with a fashion wardrobe that can give her high IQ a run of its money.

Forget the unrealistic idea of Barbie’s body image … Let’s talk about how hideous this hot pink get up is. Are you with me on this?

Professional Barbie got a spot on my shelf and was soon forgotten …. until one day I was reflecting on how my weight has been a constant struggle since I became a career woman.

I had an impossible travel schedule with work, high stress levels, lack of sleep and along with bad eating habits have made it impossible for me to keep my weight constant.

I wondered what it would like to be Barbie for a week.

There will be no screaming at the scale in the mornings after the extra pounds show up …. No stressing about having to cut through traffic from work to get to my yoga class in time … No disappointment from not being able to fit my favorite jeans because of an extra inch … These are the days that I can be persuaded to trade places with a plastic doll and her perfect life.

Criticisms surrounding Barbie stem from the unrealistic idea of body image for women. Wikipedia explains it:

A standard Barbie doll is 11.5 inches tall, giving a height of 5 feet 9 inches at 1/6 scale. Barbie’s vital statistics have been estimated at 36 inches (chest), 18 inches (waist) and 33 inches (hips). At 5’9″ tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia.

And, critics will never soon forget these two not-so-politically-correct-for-our-times dolls : 1963 Barbie Baby-Sits came with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight : Dont Eat” and 1965 Slumber Party with a pink bathroom scale set at 110 lbs.

Sure they were able to get away with this way back then…. not only once, but twice. This was the rise of the Twiggy era showcasing her extremely thin appearance and Barbie was just doing her bit to show that she was following the style of the decade.

“This obsession with thinness started in the 1960’s… All of sudden, thinness became popular with company executives, the entertainment business, and society as a whole. It was beautiful to be thin …. However just being thin was not enough, skinny or adolescent thin was more attractive and desirable. A straight up and down figure, very small hips, buttocks, and breasts became the shape to have. – The Thin Craze in the 1960′s

Don’t get me wrong … I don’t want to be anorexic. I don’t have the need to be size 0. I don’t have the need for plastic surgery to achieve the living doll look like Valeria Lukaynova. I just want my size six back, or maybe somewhere in between this ….

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So what’s the plan? Well, I am not like Barbie with her 100+ jobs still stayed slim and perfect in 50 years. I feel that one of the reasons I have gained weight is stress and work is definitely one of my biggest contributor to this problem.

I have this insane idea that if we all quit our jobs, we’d have perfect bodies and “obesity” will be a thing of the past. We’d have more time to be in control of our weight and not have it to be a secondary thing that pops into our minds when faced with that second helping of dutch chocolate ice cream.

There have been times when my sense of “too much” doesn’t even make a show because I’ve had a 18 hour day and my brain can’t seem to send the signal to my hand to put down the spoon. Even when every live cell in my body knows I am at full capacity … you know, jean-button-popping full.

Yes, I believe that the root of all weight gain comes down to work …. The plan is to take the time to be in control. This means, in 2013, I need to slow down and get some “me” time back in my personal life. Leave the office when it is time. Find a gym that will allow me to make my workout on time. Get a good meal plan where green is better than sugar. Take the time to eat proper food choices even with on the go. Maybe learn to meditate, smell the roses and do some dancing.

Unlike Barbie, I’ve got some pretty darn choices and the freedom to act on it. When I am back to size 6, I will give her a run for who’s got the best wardrobe. And, to have the gratification that I worked really hard to accomplish my goal… something a plastic doll can never do.

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