Barbie

In a world of plastic perfection, they stood tall,

Barbie dolls, with their flawless smiles and all.

But hidden beneath their painted facade,

A truth untold, a secret flawed.

For in their chests, where hearts should beat,

No nipples adorned, no signs of defeat.

A symbol of beauty, yet incomplete,

The real Barbie's tale, bittersweet.

But let us not dwell on the sorrow and pain,

For humor can heal, like a gentle rain.

So let's explore this topic with a smile,

And find laughter in the midst of trial.

Breast cancer, a battle fought with might,

A journey of strength, a courageous fight.

But oh, how absurd it seems to me,

That Barbie's anatomy was never set free.

Imagine the shock, the surprise, the glee,

If Barbie dolls had nipples, for all to see.

A touch of realism, a nod to the real,

A humorous twist, a playful appeal.

No longer just dolls, but warriors too,

With scars and stories, shining through.

Their plastic bodies, a canvas of hope,

A reminder that beauty can still elope.

For breast cancer survivors, a symbol of pride,

A celebration of life, where scars reside.

And for those still fighting, a beacon of light,

To know they're not alone in this endless fight.

So let us embrace the humor, the jest,

In a world where Barbie's nipples are suppressed.

For laughter can heal, and laughter can mend,

And in the face of adversity, it helps us transcend.

Breast cancer, a battle we'll continue to face,

With love, support, and a touch of grace.

And as we stand together, hand in hand,

Let's find humor in the journey, and help it expand.

Written By Odette J