No worries

No thoughts. No worries. You stand there, still and perfect. You’ve never felt this beautiful, you’ve never been this blank. The thoughts that drive you to worry, the causes for your concern have been chased away. Like butterflies, floating away from a flower gliding on the gentle breeze to another resting place.

You felt awkward getting into this. A corset, you said, was not what a modern woman should be wearing. Not comfortable. Not feminist. Not your style.

Now you feel lovely. Like a doll. Being posed by its owner. No thoughts or no worries. Just like a doll. You had always wondered why Barbie had a vacant smile, eyes that seemed to stare into nothingness. You used to mock it, once you were old enough to know better. Angry at unrealistic expectations of body shape and that one doll that told little girls that math is hard.

That vacant smile seems so nice now. As you were sinking you had a thought, maybe this was why Barbie always seemed so happy, so blissfully unaware. Maybe Ken told her to look into his eyes and relax. Maybe they were both someone’s dolls, hypnotized and relaxed. Their thoughts and cares floating away. Barbie was a doctor, a scientist, an astronaut and yet she always looked at peace. A blank smile on her lips as she looked out. Never seeming to have a thought in her mind. The thoughts that drove her to worry, the causes for her concern having been chased away. Like butterflies, floating away from a flower gliding on the gentle breeze to another resting place.

No thoughts. No worries. You stand there, still and perfect. You’ve never felt this beautiful, you’ve never been this blank. The thoughts that drive you to worry, the causes for your concern have been chased away. Like butterflies, floating away from a flower gliding on the gentle breeze to another resting place.

Good Doll. Just rest for awhile now. Like you wanted to. Like your Barbie, waiting to be posed. Waiting to be played with.