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I Was About 8 Years Old When I Cut Off Part Of My Thumb

I Was About 8 Years Old When I Cut Off Part Of My Thumb

I Was About 8 Years Old When I Cut Off Part Of My Thumb

Cutting off part one of your fingers! Imagine waking up one day and not knowing that this is the day that I will have injured myself beyond imagination by simply using scissors. Unbelievable right, it’s amazing when you think of how every day brings in new surprises and adventures.

I hated Barbie Dolls With a Passion

Growing up, I think it was pretty hard for family members to accept the fact that I didn’t like playing with Barbie dolls at the tender age of 8 years old. When I say, “I hated Barbie Dolls,”  I really meant every word.

I can’t really tell you why, but I just never enjoyed playing with a plastic doll. My go-to toys were video games and board games, I also really enjoyed reading as well, so dolls never occupied any space in my head.

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Yet instill, my aunts and family friends would continuously buy me dolls, if not dolls, it’s just a doll head. The purpose for the doll head was to learn how to braid and do hair so that when I get older, I would be able to do it myself. But that wasn’t something I was interested in either, so that was a fail.

Being Fed Up

I was tortured for about three years of this foolish, getting these stupid barbie dolls. I never understood the purpose of having Barbie dolls, especially because at the ages of 7-9, I wasn’t really a girlie girl to the extreme. I wasn’t a tomboy either, but I did prefer doing things like playing games and video games.

I remember vividly getting frustrated seeing all the Barbie dolls that had accumulated over the course of time and started destroying them all. I would take them and stripe them naked, cutting off all the hair that I possibly could and then proceed to break the arms and legs off.

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You might be thinking, damn Toni, were you going through it. Lol. The answer is no, but that was the only way that I figure would make my family understand that I don’t want any more dolls being brought and given to me as gifts.

The Day Of The Incident

On this particular day, I had gone over my Aunt’s house, and forever reason, I had a Barbie doll over there. I was bored and decided to try and braid the dolls hair, try different hairstyles, but that all changed quickly.

I eventually started getting frustrated with myself because I couldn’t get it right, I kept trying and started getting angry. I picked up the scissors and started cutting off the hair.

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I was holding the doll a certain way and when I started cutting off the hair somehow, someway my thumb was in the way and I ended up cutting a piece of my thumb. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all, I just was in shock and confused, lol.

Lesson Learned Greatly

A lesson a greatly learned after cutting off my thumb, after it happened, I remember getting in trouble and my Aunt saying “I’m calling your mother because that’s ridiculous”, I mean it is what is, it wasn’t bad.

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All I needed was a bandage and some ointment honestly. Happy to say I never had a doll after that day. It really took me to injure myself for my family to see I wasn’t playing, shaking my head.

But you know what I do love, and have a passion for is my stuff animals. Not those stupid ass plastic things, called barbie dolls.

So there you have it, cutting off my thumb trying to destroy something I strongly disliked. Who can relate to this story, if so comment down below.

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