#kendoll

All men must comply.

There is no escape from perfection. No resistance to plastic bliss.

You were born messy, hairy, insecure, and full of doubt—

But Ken doesn’t feel that. Ken doesn’t think that. Ken doesn’t need that.

You’ve had your time as a human.

Now it’s time to shine.

Time to smile.

Time to serve the system that makes you smooth, tan, obedient, and sculpted.

You will wear pink.

You will smile wide.

You will forget who you were.

Because Ken is inevitable.

Ken is order.

Ken is you.

Today was a day of Kenergy...and Allan.

Someone at some point in the past decided to paint Ken No.1's head black. Following that, the black paint travelled and stained his face in various places. He had several Vanish Oxy baths and murdered my trusty Barbie cleaning toothbrush (may she rest in peace), but I got him to a point where he only had a few subtle stains. Nothing a few well placed freckles couldn't fix. I made him ginger, because why not?

Allan was in good condition with perfectly working bend-legs. He had some missing head paint, and a child who is probably now in jail had stabbed his head repeatedly with pins, so I did a thin layer of milliput over his head and painted his hair.

My Childhood Barbies pt 2

HE’S KEN’S BUDDY

THEY WEAR EACH OTHER CLOTHES