The Unexpected Effect 'Pokémon Go' Had On A Boy With Autism

One boy with autism is catching ‘em all ― and discovering a new side of himself in the process. 
For Ralphie Koppelman, a 6-year-old who was diagnosed with autism, socializing can be uncomfortable. He has difficulty making eye contact and engaging in conversation. But the day he started playing Pokémon Go, the boy began opening up to other kids, making new connections, and finding common ground with his peers as a result of the game. 

His mother, Lenore Koppelman, who was overjoyed by the unexpected consequence from playing the game, shared her son’s experience on Facebook.
“MY AUTISTIC CHILD IS SOCIALIZING,” she wrote in the emotional post. “[He’s] looking up at them. Sometimes even in the eye. Laughing with them. Sharing something in common.”

The mom explained to the Huffington Post in an e-mail that her son has trouble with pragmatic speech. He also struggles with communicating his thoughts. 
“If a kid walks up to him and says ‘Hey! Want to play a game with me?’ he might squeal and flap his hands and shriek, and then want to run around in circles around them, laughing with excitement,” Koppelman told HuffPost. 
Additionally, Koppelman said Ralphie has autism-related OCD and because of that, he has difficulty breaking routines. 
The day he started playing Pokemon Go, however, Koppelman immediately noticed some differences in her son. After catching some Pokéman at a bakery, the boy ran outside where another boy saw what he was doing and a connection was made. The two even high-fived over the game. 
Later on that night, Ralphie even chatted with his neighbor Jenny Lando about the game. When she informed him that there were more Pokemon for the taking at the playground, he begged his mother to go visit ― unusual for the boy since his routine doesn’t include going to the playground at night. While there, he further surprised his parents by hunting Pokemon with other kids and interacting with adults, who offered him some advice on the game. 
When she noticed the changes, the mom and her husband, Steve, had a myriad of thoughts going through their heads. 
“We were looking at each other with shocked and delighted expressions, sharing the same thought: something is suddenly happening, and whatever it is, it is magic,” she said.
It’s been a bit over a week and the proud mom says her son has continued to be more social and more comfortable 
“He seems far more relaxed about breaking his usual routines. He seems happier. He’s laughing more. He seems more confident. He struts around proudly when he catches a Pokemon, and brags about it to people in the cutest way,” she said. “His father and I are both proud of him and how far he has come in only a week’s time!” — This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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The Skin I am In: The Day I Realized I Was Body Shaming Myself

I gave birth to my daughter one year ago this month, and unlike many of my peers; I had done very little to whip my body back into any other shape but tired. While others around me were gliding back into their pre-baby panties I was still wearing my maternity stretch pants. Using the extra width of the belly band as a sort of Love-Handle-Sucker-Inner. Life had gotten the best of me. Due to some post baby health complications, being part of a blended family with a special needs child, and the fact that I love food more than I love beach bodies; I was left feeling pretty down about my body this past year. Then, as I was swimming laps at the local gym it occurred to me. Have I ever really loved my body, like ever?

As far as I can remember back I was always waiting for the big break where I would be seen as beautiful. Like beauty was going to finally invite me into her club after a few hard years of acne, or excess weight, or the general awkward years of puberty. I never looked like what in my mind beauty was supposed to be, so therefore I was an outsider. Not a member of the club.

“Next year I will have better skin, next year I will wear a bikini, next year I will wear clothes that bleed style.” Then the kids came and it all went to crap. I was in my mid-20s with my first, so I bounced back kind of sorta ok. I have never been a small girl, and I thought that small meant beautiful so I was already at a disadvantage. But my age allowed my post-partum body to slowly suck itself back in to what I thought was a semi-presentable state. The second child came in my mid-thirties, and well, I suppose I had buried the bikini dream for good.
So I started going to the gym about five months ago. The first day I arrived shuffled meekly past all the bronzed goddess bodies standing nude and secure in front of their lockers, cozied up inside the one and only changing room with a curtain and slipped out of my clothes and into my swimsuit. My no frills, plain jane, purely functional lap swimming swim suit. Then I wrapped a towel around my waste to cover my thighs and waddled off to the pool. I dropped the towel as close to the ledge as possible and jumped in to start swimming off years and years of built up body resentment. It did not work. The weight was not going anywhere. But something else happened. That time in the water, moving my body, feeling the sensations as I splashed around began to change my mind. Weeks of creeping to the corner change room past the women who I thought had better bodies than I started to become redundant. How was I going to change my body if I could not change my mind? If I never believed for a second that I could be beautiful the way I was, how was I ever going to believe I would be beautiful with how I wanted to be? It had to come from the inside out, all change does. I had been hiding in that corner for twenty-five years wishing to look like someone I would never be, I had to drop that towel.

So the next day, walking through the locker room past all the pretty people I pulled over at a locker…slowly pulled my shirt over my head, slipped out of my pants, nervously stepped out of my undergarments and stood exposed outside of the change room. Among all types of women, bold and beautiful and brave enough to just be who they were. There at the gym to treat themselves right, to feel better, meet and exceed goals. Nobody stared, no one made a comment, I was just like everyone else. I slid into my swimsuit and walked humbly to the pool, no towel…thighs doing what thighs do when a woman walks. Walked to the ledge, and jumped in.

I am thirty-five years old. I have spent two thirds of my life body shaming my own self. Since the moment society handed me a Barbie Doll I began to believe I was not good enough unless I looked like her. But I have yet to see Barbie have a baby, or go through surgery, or struggle to raise a family of four. it. It has survived many storms, and even though my head and heart have grown weary at times, my body has never let me down. So I decided to make a promise that day in the pool. To love the skin, I am in, whatever shape it decides to take; because the beautiful thing about it is that it is mine. It belongs to me, just like the babies it made. And the best thing I can do for my kids is to love and nurture them into exactly who they were meant to be; the same goes for me. Too much time has gone by hiding in the shadows, it is time to start loving all the stuff that makes me me, and strut my way into the future with love and confidence. — This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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What To Expect When Expecting vs. Reality

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Pro Answers On How To Potty Train Right

June was National Potty Training Awareness Month and much like this belated post… potty training can take much longer than expected to finally be complete. That means that potty training can also be stressful, frustrating and insanely confusing for parents and their kids. If you have a little one, chances are that you have a ton of questions on and fears about how to potty train right so you can ditch the diapers once and for all.

I asked a couple of experts for their advice on how to get through the literal gauntlet, ew, that is potty training.

Meet the experts:

Lynn Ell Tilker: mom, potty training pro, and founder of the new eco-friendly, busy-life-friendly Potty Training System, BottomZz Up.

Jen L’Italien: Maine-based registered Oh Crap Potty Training Consultant, mom, and founder of Oh Crap Potty Training from ME to You, an online potty training coaching service and community.

How do parents know when it’s time to start potty training?

Lynn: I’ve found the best way to find out is to communicate with the child and ask them, “Do you want to use the potty?” or “Do you want to go and get potty stuff?” Communication with the child is a must when determining whether or not a child is ready to potty train.

Jen: The ideal time to potty train is between 20 – 30 months. The sweet spot is right around age 2, when most children show an interest in the potty. By the time your child is 3, they’re in a different developmental stage, where they’re finding their independence, all which sets you up for more potty battles.

How long should it take to potty train a child?

Jen: Can you imagine saying your child has to learn any other milestone in a certain number of days? Walk in three days!

In general, the process normally takes about a week to go from the child being clueless about peeing to self-initiating to go to the potty. When do you stop prompting? Maybe when your child is a teenager! I still need to prompt my 5-year-old sometimes and she’s been diaper-free for 3 years.

Lynn: There’s no magic number. Each child moves through milestones at different rates. It also depends on the parent’s willingness to commit to the process and actively engage with their child. Don’t expect it to happen overnight.

What are the top mistakes parents make when potty training?

Lynn: Negativity and getting mad at your child over accidents is a big one. Children will feed off of that negativity and not want to participate in the process. Accidents happen so be prepared.
Lack of consistency is also another common mistake. Putting kids in underwear all day long and then putting them in a pull-up at night causes confusion. Parents need to know that once they start potty training, they need to be committed to the process 24/7.

Jen: Over-prompting and being too on your child. You want to hand them their success. And, missing the magic window of when to potty train because the myth of waiting till they’re ready is everywhere.

What’s the biggest myth about potty training that you’ve heard?

Jen: Wait till they’re ready. Using the potty is a cultural norm that has to be taught, unlike a child naturally learning to crawl and then walk, babble and then talk. Your child probably won’t wake up one day and say they’re ready. When you commit, your child will too.

Lynn: I think the biggest myth is that the parents can decide when a child is ready. My advice to parents is not to let your friends, family or the school influence your decision of when to start potty training. Ultimately, if your child and you are not ready, you will not be successful and the whole process will take longer and be more stressful for everyone.

What’s the key for successful potty training?

Lynn: My potty training philosophy is centered around consistency, encouragement, participation and celebration. I believe that all of these elements together are necessary for potty training success. Because BottomZz Up allows parents to potty train at home or on-the-go and during the day and night, children are 100% potty trained when they complete the program. There are no extra steps involved! It’s not a magic bullet, but if you’re committed to being your child’s potty partner, you will both be successful.

Jen: Be confident that your child is a small human who is very capable of using the potty. If you’re unsure, your child will feed off your doubt and it won’t work. Also, bring a sense of humor and compassion. If you hit bumps (most of us do) talk to your child without an emotional tone, or you’ll set yourself up for a toddler power battle.

Any last insider tips for how we can overcome fears and problems with potty training?

Jen: Don’t be afraid to reach out for support. It’s similar to breastfeeding to me in that way. I used a lactation consultant with both of my kiddos, because we had different issues — and I personally couldn’t hone in on the problem, even the second time around. I think it does take a village. — This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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The 20 Funniest Tweets From Women This Week

The ladies of Twitter never fail to brighten our days with their brilliant ― but succinct ― wisdom. Each week, HuffPost Women rounds up hilarious 140-character musings. For this week’s great tweets from women, scroll through the list below. Then visit our Funniest Tweets From Women page for our past collections.     

somebody said Taylor Swift is a Slytherin masquerading as a Hufflepuff and I fell out— Zeba Blay (@zblay) July 19, 2016

As a transgender woman, I can empathize with online trolls because I, too, have an extremely tiny dick.— Avery Edison (@aedison) July 20, 2016

RNC DRINKING GAME: drink every time…that's it. drink every time.— Aparna Nancherla (@aparnapkin) July 20, 2016

when ur saying goodbye to a tinder date who u have no intention of ever seeing again pic.twitter.com/2HagUZaT8L— Taylor Trudon (@taylortrudon) July 21, 2016

The most bizarre part of this election season is I have felt a shred of respect for both Megyn Kelly and Ted Cruz. #RNCinCLE— Nina Bargiel (@slackmistress) July 21, 2016

Can't wait for Donald Trump's speech on the challenges of growing up black in Hawaii.— Kashana (@kashanacauley) July 19, 2016

1. She wrote it. 2. She didn't. 3. It wasn't plagiarism. 4. Hillary's fault. 5. My Little Pony. 6. It was plagiarism, but it was an accident— Olivia Nuzzi (@Olivianuzzi) July 20, 2016

Play Pokémon Go? If I wanted to spot weird creatures imposing upon my daily life I would just watch the Republican National Convention.— Abbi Crutchfield (@curlycomedy) July 19, 2016

Taylor swift paid the trump campaign big $$ to steal Michelle's speech in order to distract ppl from kim k recording that phone call— mitra jouhari (@tweetrajouhari) July 19, 2016

If Donald Trump comes out and does the Partition choreography, he has my vote! pic.twitter.com/YW3Cg56VQq— Heben Nigatu (@heavenrants) July 19, 2016

The American People: The GOP needs to expand its demographic beyond white men if it wants to winGOP: *adds vampires and albino white men*— Amy Dentata (@AmyDentata) July 21, 2016

Donald Trump is the dad that won't leave all the kids alone at the pool party.— Akilah Hughes (@AkilahObviously) July 22, 2016

Today's anxiety level: Just got scared by a butterfly.— Kendra Alvey (@Kendragarden) July 18, 2016

There's nothing a 9hr nap can't solve— maria (@cakefacedcutie) July 22, 2016

I guess my biggest fear about Trump winning is that I'll inevitably have to go on trial for being a witch.— Alison Leiby (@AlisonLeiby) July 19, 2016

If only we could harness the power of Mick Jagger's sperm, the world wouldn't have to rely on fossil fuels— Gloria Fallon (@GloriaFallon123) July 15, 2016

Would love to see those American flags behind Trump turn to look at each other, nod and slowly walk off the stage. #RNCinCLE— Michelle Collins (@michcoll) July 22, 2016

I just went to McD's and got a salad, while my kids got burgers and fries.Don't tell me that I don't have willpower.*licks kids fingers*— Anita Helmet (@AnitaHelmet) July 22, 2016

I've read so many bad things about alcohol that I have decided to stop reading— LittleMissSunshine (@MissNaughty1801) July 15, 2016

GOP pundit on radio: "Trump isn't sexist. He has daughters."7yo daughter: "It's not like he planned to have them."— kelly oxford (@kellyoxford) July 20, 2016

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As A Breastfeeding Mother, I Need You To Meet Me Where I Am

My breastfeeding journey has been one of many struggles.

In the early days of motherhood, I was engulfed in what can only be described as Mommy Fog.

The blur of exhaustion… the shock of a traumatic birth… the all-encompassing blanket of love that I felt for my baby girl… they all worked together to create a web of foggy mist that I spent my days (and nights) floating through.

And through the mist, there was near-constant nursing. And with every feed, there was pain. You see, an undiagnosed tongue-tie and a traumatic birth played their parts in what was a very difficult beginning to our breastfeeding journey.

I remember so many people offering up ready-made advice.

Before I’d left the hospital, my consultant told me that my chances of breastfeeding were “slim”, due to the trauma I had faced. “You need some formula,” he told me.

When my daughter was a couple of days old, my midwife told me that “not all mothers can do it.” “You need some formula,” she told me.

When my daughter was one week old, well-meaning friends and family saw my struggle and offered their solution: “You need some formula,” they told me.

When my daughter was two weeks old, my doctor told me that something “must be wrong” and to cut my losses. “You need some formula,” he told me.

When my daughter was three weeks old, my neighbour popped round to offer her slice of wisdom. She delivered her own tale of painful breastfeeding, “I didn’t last a week,” she said. “You need some formula,” she told me.

More than this, the information leaflet that came through my door during these initial foggy days delivered the same message… breastfeeding is hard. “You need some formula,” it told me.

Yes, breastfeeding can be hard. It was excruciatingly difficult for me. But some things are worth the struggle. And for me, breastfeeding is a shining example of A Thing That Is Worth The Struggle.

What did I really need?

I needed to hear those perfect four words that so many new moms sadly miss out on – you can do this. I needed to be met me where I was. You see, this is what I should have said…

Dear Consultant, I need you to meet me where I am. The trauma I experienced has sent my body into shock and delayed my milk from coming in. Your time would be better spent advising me on ways to heal physically and emotionally from the trauma that you recognize, instead of pushing me down a path that I do not wish to take.

Dear Midwife, I need you to meet me where I am. While it is true that “not all mothers can breastfeed”, the vast majority can. I need you to put me in touch with a lactation consultant who can work on looking into why I am experiencing so much pain, with a view of actually addressing it.

Dear friends and family, I need you to meet me where I am. I know it hurts to see me hurting. But if you can hold my hand and ride this wave with me, I will be forever grateful…instead of offering a quick-fix band-aid to stop this initial discomfort.

Dear Doctor, I need you to meet me where I am. I need you to work out why breastfeeding hurts so much, as opposed to simply telling me to stop. If breathing hurt, you wouldn’t tell me just to stop, would you?

Dear Neighbour, I need you to meet me where I am. I hear you that your journey was hard. I respect your choice to stop breastfeeding and now I need you to respect my choice to continue.

Dear Formula Company, I need you to…oh sod it, just quit mailing me – ok?

Quite simply, meet me where I am.

And I will do the same for you. With no misconceptions or alternative motives…I offer out my hand for you to hold as you choose your own path on this road of motherhood.

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Celine Dion On Late Husband René Angélil: I Was 'Extremely Lucky'

Celine Dion and her three kids are finding a way to heal in the wake of her husband and manager René Angélil’s death from throat cancer in January.
On Friday, Dion guest co-hosted the fourth hour of the “Today” show with Kathie-Lee Gifford, whose husband Frank Gifford died in 2015.
“I lost the man of my life. But I cannot live thinking this way,” Dion told Gifford. “I have to say, ‘I found the best man in the world’ — like you did for yourself. And we were both extremely lucky.”

The “My Heart Will Go On” singer has vowed to stay strong and set an example for her three children ― 5 year-old twin boys and a 15-year-old son. 
“I look at my children and I see him through their eyes. I tell them that dad is not gone. He lives within us. He’s in our heart,” she said. 
Adjusting to life without her husband of 21 years has not been easy for Dion and the family. Still, she said they are are doing well ― thanks largely to the “luggage,” or set of tools, Angélil left them with.

“The luggage that we have will carry us for the rest of our lives,” she said. “Showing our kids that mom is fine and you’re going to be OK.”
At the Billboard Music Awards in May, Dion gave a powerful performance of Queen’s “The Show Must Go On,” one of her late husband’s favorite songs. Her oldest son René-Charles then surprised her when he came on stage to present her with the Icon Award. 

“Rene, this one’s for you,” Dion said. “The show must go on.” 

Find out more about how Dion and the kids are doing in the video above.
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My Mother Changed Her Name, Now She Can't Leave the Country

My mother was a dreamy 10 year old – smart and precocious. She hated her given name, Sandra, because kids pronounced it either Sandra or Sahndra. Both of which drove her nuts.

With a confidence belying her age, she announced to her parents one day that she was officially changing her name. An avid reader, she was a big fan of the Penny Nichols detective series – a precursor of sorts to Nancy Drew – and decided to adopt the cool new moniker. For some reason, my grandparents were fine with it (probably because she refused to answer to any other name but her newly chosen one) and she was thus forever known as Penny.

Fast forward more than 70 years, and her name defines her as much as anything else. With a career writing for the New York Times, total devotion to her family, sharp wit and kind heart, she is “Grandma Penny” to her many grandchildren and signs her cards with the 1¢ symbol. Her unusual first name has been a conversation starter for decades.

When she split from our father, she referred to him for years as “penniless.” “A penny for your thoughts,” along with the many other penny-based sayings, had entirely different meanings to us. When there was a groundswell a few years ago to abolish the one cent coin, we were half-mockingly outraged. But it’s our favorite currency! Our whole family has gotten a ton of mileage out of the tale of a young girl who chose her own weird name and somehow managed to get away with it.

Until now.

My mother recently decided, after years of consideration, to spend the latter years of her life in Israel. A lifelong Zionist, she’s been back and forth many times but is now making the ultimate move. There is a lovely retirement home in Jerusalem waiting for her, along with my amazing brother, his patient wife, and their 6 wonderful kids. They’ve lived there for 10 years and are all eager to spend quality time with her in their adopted country, one which so many grateful Jews now call home. For the elderly, there are all types of cultural benefits to living in Israel that America simply can’t provide.

Bureaucracy, though, is agnostic. The move to another country, as one would imagine, requires lots of paperwork: she’s essentially becoming a citizen of Israel. Birth certificate, dental records, driver’s license, college transcript, passport history – the list goes on and on, and for a country rightly concerned with security, none of the requirements are taken lightly.

For her three sons, we were more focused on the logistics of her move, as well as her emotional and physical well being. Leaving your home after 35 years can be traumatic for anyone, let alone a woman her age; moving over 5,000 miles to a different country is as stressful as it comes. We worked diligently as a team to get our ducks in a row, excitedly choosing a date for the big move. Before we knew it, a flight had been selected and the day was nearly upon us.

And then, stunning news. Her application had officially been put on hold.

The reason? Her name.

The person seeking to emigrate, they claimed, appeared out of thin air as a 10 year old. According to the records of the organization responsible for her relocation, Sandra had a valid birth certificate, lived for a decade, and then poof – nothing. Who, they asked, is this Penny person?

As we quickly discovered, we can’t actually prove that Penny is, well, Penny. Did she ever change her name legally? Nobody can remember. There are no court records – this was before computers and the Internet and dinosaurs. Years of a life with one name suddenly hold no bearing with an institution seeking to confirm that the person entering their country is, in fact, the person she claims to be.

Some of the things my mother has done as Penny:
Got married
Gave birth three times
Got divorced
Traveled to Israel 11 times

Hiring a lawyer has been discussed, but the time it will take to get to the bottom of the matter is the one thing we truly can’t afford.

As amazing as it sounds, we’re at a complete standstill.

For now, my mother sits in her New Jersey home, confused and a bit concerned. Where will she go? Who will take care of her? Who is she? Does a rose by any other name smell as sweet?

That relic of a copper coin, the oldest and most often discarded of our currency, now stands as a different kind of symbol to my family. We still admire Honest Abe. We believe in Liberty above all. And we certainly trust in God that this will all work out. But does anyone want our beloved Penny?

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Video About Parents Who Speak Broken English Reflects Sacrifice, Love

If your parents’ first language isn’t English, you’re bound to witness how difficult life can really be for immigrants, trying to make it in the States ― especially as you’ve probably tried to utilize your own language skills to help them. 
But their experiences also shape your outlook today, and this clip illustrates exactly that. 

BuzzFeed recently released a video entitled “When Your Parents Speak Broken English,” featuring kids with that very background. And their words are heartbreakingly poignant. 
In the video, people shared the unique and sometimes painful experiences they shared with their parents. Oftentimes, the memories involved translating for their mothers or fathers.
Another woman explained exactly why her mother her mother speaks broken English. 

“Because her priorities were always work … in order to survive, she had no time and energy to dedicate to learning English.”

“Because her priorities were always work … in order to survive, she had no time and energy to dedicate to learning English.” 
However, while many of the people in the video describe the occasional frustration they feel when having to translate for their parents, they said they’d gladly do it, especially considering the struggles their parents have endured. 
“My dad was a veteran in the Vietnam War. My parents had to flee the country,” one woman explained. “So every time I have to translate for them, I think about ‘why do I even have to do that?’ It’s because they sacrifice so much to be here for me.”  — This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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Doll Creator Shuts Down Suggestion That Her Dolls Are 'Too Dark'

Diversity has played a huge ― and necessary ― role in the doll industry this year. Toy creators, like Mala Bryan who created an Afro-Caribbean inspired doll collection named Malaville, have been praised for making their dolls more reflective of society and representing kids of all backgrounds.
Bryan ran into criticism for this, however, when someone told her one of her dolls had a bit too much melanin.
“I think that one doll is a bit too dark,” a commenter, who wrote under a SABC Digital News segment on YouTube, said about the doll with the darkest skin tone, Maisha,  on Tuesday. The critic wrote that the doll was probably Bryan’s least selling item and suggested she get rid of it.
Another commenter, ZoZoZu, responded to his in the best way.
“I don’t believe a doll can be too dark,” she said. “Black, in all shades, is indeed beautiful and that’s what Mala Bryan is trying to communicate to the world.”

A photo posted by Malaville Toys (@malavilledolls) on Jul 19, 2016 at 2:48pm PDT

Bryan posted a screenshot of the exchange on Instagram and praised ZoZoZu for acknowledging the beauty of black skin. She noted on her personal page that she considered ignoring the comment but decided to share it so people can see the prejudice people with darker complexions still face.  
“Sending lots of love to the beautiful dark skinned people out there, especially to those that share the same complexion as our #MaishaDoll just know that you black is beautiful,” she wrote. She also noted that Maisha is her second best-seller, contrary to what Lincoln assumed.
The original commenter’s beliefs are the exact reason why a doll as dark as Maisha needs to exist. There are plenty of little girls with the same complexion who feel empowered when they see themselves in their toys. 
“I believe that diverse representation is extremely important,” Bryan previously told The Huffington Post, adding that dolls with curly and kinky hair and different complexions were a priority when creating the line. 
Bryan’s Malaville collection, which includes dolls representing four different shades of black, fills a void in an industry that still has a long way to go before it’s truly representative of all backgrounds. 
And with the increasing demand of dolls for little black girls, dolls with darker complexions will probably become even more popular.

A photo posted by Malaville Toys (@malavilledolls) on Feb 15, 2016 at 9:56am PST

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