"[They think] Sofia Vergara. They think Eva Mendes. They think JLo. They think, you know, all these girls that are very, very light, basically look white and have an accent. And a lot of times [others] and I get dismissed as Latina because we're not immediately identifiable."
Affiliating Wendy Davis with Barbie attempts to transform a political leader into a vapid and empty-headed doll famous for her over-sexualized body. The pink Barbie-like frame of the poster plays up girlhood and downplays womanhood.
The only reason we perpetuate these restrictions is to bring some sense of order to our own worlds. We enjoy the comfort of categorizing people. Grown women make decisions for themselves -- not for other women nor based on other women.
Miley may think she is a bursting out of chrysalis right about now. But I think she is wrapping herself up in silk as I type. Forming a cocoon of lies and falsehoods of youthfulness and indiscretion. And you know what, this is so cool. More power to her.
For me, the sacred journey of motherhood took a sharp turn after twenty weeks of pregnancy, when the geneticist informed me that my son would have Down syndrome. In that moment, I felt the self I knew simply crack in two; my life as I had known it before was over in one instant.