I haven’t posted this until now because I wanted to make sure it was all legal, but last summer, Marie Claire South Africa magazine approached me about a project on “making a feminist Barbie.” This was my contribution!!
I think Barbie is a really complex feminine icon, and I was so excited to get the chance to add to the discussion. I think a feminist Barbie would love her body and love my body too, because feminism is all about accepting yourself and others for who we all are! “A feminist Barbie” would be proud of her own thin frame and proud of another woman’s curvier one. She would be proud of a woman’s decision to own her own body by deciding to tattoo it, strengthen it, or wear religious coverings. If being a Barbie girl (or boy, or anything inbetween) meant being accepted and accepting of others, I think we’d all want to be on Barbie’s side.
(oh yeah legal stuff: this is not commerciality associated with Barbie or Mattel at all and I do not own or claim to own Barbie!! This is strictly parody/fan art.)
I have a DeanXReader request! Would you be able to write a fluffy
dean fic as he helps her wit her boxing and combat training? If it
ended in smut that definitely wouldn’t be a bad thing :) Thanks! I
love all of your writing!!
“Need any help with that?” a voice brought you back in reality and you stopped punching the bag and turned to look at the door.
It seemed like whenever you were boxing or combat training you zoned out and the only thing that existed for you was the punching bag and your moves. Breathe, punch and move your feet. From time to time there actually was one more thing in your mind that you wouldn’t dare say out loud but still kept you motivated, and hell maybe got you to improve yourself. What was that thing? Well, not so much a thing as a person. And it varied every time just like the girls Dean flirted with varied. Hence why you wouldn’t say it out loud.
How could you ever do so? It would only mean you admitted your feelings for the hunter and that was something you didn’t want under any circumstances.
“Huh?” you asked breathlessly and he chuckled.
“Help with training I mean.” he had that smirk on his lips and in combination with the way he was taking off that gray jacket of his and was only left in a black shirt and gray pants you found yourself going weak on the knees.
“Oh” you blinked, looking away from him and chuckled awkwardly “Want to be the punching bag?” you raised an eyebrow and he laughed.