The Plastic Fantastic Barbie Girl
Okay, so I didn't actually mean for this woman to end up with a nose similar to the one of Michael Jackson and with what looks like lips filled with too much Restylane. But my hand shivered when I drew her face, so that's pretty much how she turned out: "Hello there! Barbie Girl here. Just got back from the plastic surgeon, and now I am standing here all naked, feeling rather good about myself. Life in plastic is fantastic, oh yeah!" Oh well. The result does not always turn out as one had hoped. As so very often in life. And to tell you the truth, I have learned to appreciate just that. It is often when things take a twist that they get interesting. And when I think about everything that happened to me "by accident", as "the second best option" or "because my initial plan didn't work out", I will forever be grateful, because I wouldn't have been without those things for anything in the world. They made me who I am today. They got me where I am now - which is sitting in a chair, drawing naked women looking like they recently had plastic surgery done to them! We all have our purpose in life, you know. I am happy to have found mine. Joke aside, this is actually an important topic to me. When my daughter is drawing, she is so hard on herself all the time, and keeps destroying and throwing in the bin everything that she makes. The ready result does not turn out as she had imagined it beforehand. This bad habit is something she has inherited from me, so I recognize it very well, and get sad about it. I keep repeating "It is good enough, you are good enough!" over and over again. If some of my (many, many) words will stick with her as she grows up, I wish for it to be these; "you are good enough". Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we need to tell our children that they are good enough! We probably need to remind ourselves too. And for God's sake, we need to stop trying so hard to be perfect all the time. Like Salvador Dali said "Have no fear of perfection, you will never reach it." Beautiful! It is not possible, so let us stop that whole mission right now. Aborted! Roger that. Thank you!
We owe it to ourselves, and we owe it to our kids. What lesson are we really teaching them by striving so hard to appear like perfect human beings, living in perfect houses, surrounded by perfect gardens, driving perfect cars to our perfect jobs, making perfect home made dinners and vacationing in perfect exotic locations in perfect hotels, going out for dinner in perfect restaurants, wearing perfect clothes, updating our Insta with perfect selfies of our perfect tans. I could go on, but you get my point. Let's not be fooled like Plastic Fantastic Barbie Girl up there. Her plastic nose will probably not help her find true love, and I doubt that lip fillers is the recipe to eternal happiness. So, the drawing may not have turned out as I had planned. But I cannot tell my daughter not to throw away her drawings, and then go ahead and do the same thing myself. So I decided to publish it anyway, and wow - I got quite a story out of it, didn't I? My point exactly: Be open for the imperfect result, for the second best and the Plan B. Dont't take it all so seriously, and dare to reveal your flaws and failures to others. Did you do something embarrassing, do you feel like a fool? Do like Hugh Grant in Love Actually; smile, bow, wave and move on with your day. Be proud of your big nose. Rock those love handles at the beach. Laugh at yourself if you fall over in public. We owe it to our children to show our human side, to make them realize that the imperfect is what is normal. How else can we really teach them that they are good enough as they are?