I loved playing with Barbies growing up. For whatever reason, my parents had no problems finding black Barbies and black Kellys--Barbie's little sister--for me. But, I never had a black Ken. Ever. And my parents put a lot of effort into finding one. I'm still convinced black Ken doesn't exist. Why doesn't black Ken exist??!!Curse you Mattel, and your callousness and unsupport for black love!
This post was prompted by this image that I love. It is perfect, between her hair and his protective stance and their brownness--and she kinda looks like me and definitely has hair like mine. These things still matter. #sigh #blacklove #beautiful
My mood--I blame Spring.
Hugs and kisses peeps,
Bethany
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