Naked Is Great! (Delights Series)

C came to live with me in July of 2022. She was five years old, my first little girl, and my first glimpse into the world of Barbie. 

I had gathered a few in anticipation of her arrival. I wanted everything to be welcoming for her and her sister. She was delighted. The smile on her face said that I had done well.

She hugged each doll close.

And then proceeded to rip its clothes off.

She did the same to every Barbie in sight, and I’ve basically been living in a Barbie nudist colony ever since.

What followed each stripping was a marathon of changing Barbie’s outfits. And by changing, I mean putting them on, taking them off, getting frustrated when she couldn’t get them back on (fashion models must live in a constant state of frustration), and eventually giving up and making a pile of clothes. Barbie would briefly rock a tiny sparkly dress, followed by a denim skirt, then a gown, followed by something that could only be described as the same denim skirt, but now with wings.

She was treating these dolls like they were her own personal wardrobe testers. Let’s see how this looks. Oh wait, no, it’s not right. Let’s try this one. No. Still not it. Try this cape!

Why does Barbie need a cape, you ask? I have no idea. But she does.

The fashion frenzy was relentless. It was as if Barbie had a personal stylist who never stopped changing her outfits—except her stylist was five years old, and the only qualifications she had were a knack for making questionable fashion choices.

On any given day, Barbie might end up wearing a winter jacket with a ballerina’s tutu over a scuba suit, only to be topped off with a cape and high heels. Or boots. Or one heel and one boot because who knows where the matching shoes are. Either a dog ate them or I threw them away. 

It didn’t take me long to figure out that our home is where Barbie shoes go to die. 

But let’s also be clear about this: C tired quickly of the headache that an immense wardrobe brought with it. She grew to love naked Barbies more and more, and took great pleasure in posing them around the house. 

If I asked why Barbie was naked yet again, she would throw her hands up and yell something like, “Because naked is great!” and laugh and laugh. 

Soon, it wasn’t just Barbie. It was Barbie, Ken, the entire cast of Frozen, and sometimes a random superhero or two. All enjoying a little naked R & R in my living room.

I am writing this three years after first meeting C. There are Barbie clothes everywhere, except on Barbie. Most of her shoes have been devoured by the dogs, and Barbie is living her best life. Tits out and fabulous.