A Journey With Barbie

Opening the playroom door was like opening the pearly gates of Heaven. As they opened, excitement and spontaneity filled the room. Magic was about to happen. I could transform into Cinderella by simply sliding on glass slippers, a teacher by pretending to teach math to all my teddy bears, and, one of my favorites, Barbie by dressing up in my magenta ball gown to perfectly match my favorite Barbie.

At four years old, my paradise was the playroom and my biggest worry was that my next-door neighbor would not be able to come and play dress-up with me. Most of my time was spent accessorizing my different Barbie dolls to fit each of their unique personalities. Hours were spent on combing their hair until every tangle flowed into smooth strands of silk, their make-up was perfect, and they had just the right shade of lipstick on. After Barbie was dressed and ready to go, I would then have to do my hair and make-up. I combed my hair just like Barbie’s to make sure every single tangle was smooth and then, I applied my make-up, which consisted mostly of my mother’s blush and her lipstick. When I was not playing dress-up at my house, I was doing beauty pageants or my main passion, dancing.

Myself wearing my pink Barbie ball gown that perfectly matched my Barbie doll’s dress.


Just to forewarn anyone reading, I know what comes to mind when I say I did pageants as a child- the television show, Toddlers and Tiaras. However, fourteen years ago, pageants were nothing like that. All of my hair and teeth were real, meaning I did not wear hair extensions or a flipper, which is the set of teeth girls wear when their own teeth do not look perfect.

I did pageants until I was about five years old and started again at the age of fifteen. I would walk out on stage in different beaded and sequined outfits and dresses with my hair teased and my make-up perfectly set. Doing this, I never thought of being in a pageant, I simply enjoyed being on a stage in front of an audience. This same passion rolled over into dance, which I have done since I was two years old and I will never stop. Dancing on a stage in front of an audience is one of the biggest bursts of exhilaration I can ever imagine. Everything stops around me and the only things that matter are the music and myself.

I never thought about the judgmental factor of these two activities until doing this portfolio. I just loved performing. However, in participating in pageants and competing with dance, I was being judged on every factor. From my appearance to my strengths and weaknesses, judges watched my every move. In a way, I judged myself throughout all of it. I wanted the entire package to be liked by everyone.

Through competing in pageants and dance, I have realized that not only did I play dress-up as a child, but I also play dress-up now at eighteen years old. I may not dress up in a ball gown as Barbie anymore, but I dress in nice clothes and I apply make-up and style my hair almost everyday, just like I did with my Barbie dolls as a child. Most women do this everyday- from looking nice for work to simply looking attractive when we leave the house; we aim to be appealing to the eye.

While overall appearance is important because it sets impressions on others, our main goal in life should not be to please others by our appearance. The important aspects of our self-image are our personalities and intriguing charisma, which are what show others who we are. Some people believe that make-up, hair, and clothes are factors that define us, but this is not true. We are defined by unique characteristics that set us apart from everyone else and when we discover these, we will find true happiness with ourselves.

 

 

Hello, there! I am Emily Bordon and I am eighteen years old. I have a birthday coming up! I currently major in Chemistry and I am a Pre-Pharmacy student. I love to dance, as I said earlier in my biography, and I absolutely love laughing. I count that as a hobby! I hope you enjoy my English 1102 Portfolio because I really enjoyed making it! 🙂

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