It is not always pretty as what you usually peak at the display area while window shopping at malls. Oh, those gorgeous dolls with big black eyes, perfectly-contoured faces with the fanciest hairdos and of course, their flamboyant dresses.
Yes, they are lovely and I love them.
But as I have read “A Doll’s House” by Henrik Ibsen, my perception about those dolls changed.
Behind the beautiful surface, lies the truth that they were only for display and for playtimes. That they were just like manipulated by those people around them and they are unable to take a step of their own. They were dummies molded in vanity and dressed to perfection. But inside, a doll is spineless to grow a mind of its own, because people around her dictates already what is good for her; what is pretty for her; what she should do and whatnot.
And perhaps if only it’s alive, she would want to escape to have a life of her own.
Perhaps, this concept influenced why I called myself, subliminalldoll.
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