lol I found this on deviantART. nicely described and it's a literature.

Fuck You Barbie

I don't think girl's clothes were made with the word comfortable in mind.
From mini-skirts and jeans to tight fitting T-shirts and tank-tops, Six-inch heels that cut of the circulation to your toes.
And how about them booty-shorts?
That give your legs no privacy. That leave your ass hanging out for the whole world to see.

A world that always wants more skin.
That seems to be wishing for less innocence, or maybe more,
Because that combination is a rapist's dream.

The Hollywood actresses are just light and smoke.
Airbrushed perfection that even they can't achieve naturally.
So why do we have to look like them to be satisfactory.
In even our own eyes we are ugly.

And if Barbie was a real girl...
Scratch that,
Because Barbie never can be a real girl.
Her body proportions are crazy.
With boobs the size of Texas and a Waist the size of Rode Island she's a freak of nature.

So why do girls want to be like her?
Why do they starve themselves to impress a neanderthalic race,
that doesn't even notice you've lost five pounds. That doesn't even notice your face.
They only see the rectangular stop sign that is your chest.

At leased that's what I've noticed. From the hormone driven fourteen-year-old boys always trying to stare down my shirt.
So I took a vow, about two years ago, that I would only dress-up for myself.
And I would be healthy, not skinny. No matter what society thought of me.

So FUCK your Barbie image.
I've got my own to create.

the first two paragraphs described what i think too.