I still remember my first barbie doll.
So pretty and so blond and sweet.
And I longed to look just like that barbie doll.
So even though I was only six, I wouldn’t eat.
My family thought that I had lost my mind.
That that pink corvette went straight to my head.
So my mama came one day and sat me down,
and with a stern look in her eye, here’s what she said:
No one really looks like barbie,
she’s plastic from her head down to her feet.
Yeah, no one really looks like barbie.
So come to the table and eat.
As I grew older and I got a job
selling women’s clothing at the mall,
one thing I noticed quite consistently
was that all the really cute clothes were too small.
But my friends and I tried to squeeze into them,
starving ourselves so they would fit.
But those clothes were made to fit a barbie doll,
and you know all those top designers are full of...it.
Because no one really looks like barbie,
she’s plastic from her head down to her feet.
No one really looks like barbie.
So come to the table and eat.
Now that I’m grown up and I look around
at all the girls trying to be so thin,
it breaks my heart that we don’t realize
that the whole world should unite and say to them:
Hey, no one really looks like barbie,
she’s plastic from her head down to her feet (poor barbie).
Yeah, no one really looks like barbie.
So come to the table and eat, girls, eat,
yeah no one really looks like barbie.
And if we did the world would be completely boring.
No one really looks like barbie.
And you’ll kill yourself trying,
so you better stop trying.
About a million girls are dying,
so baby sit down at the table and EAT.