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I. The Mermaid
I am six years old,
and obsessed with Ariel
from The Little Mermaid,
She is, by far,
my favourite Disney Princess.
I want to be exactly like her.
Hair billowing in red swirls
around a heart-shaped face
and eyes so blue they put the very
ocean to shame;
(my sister has blue eyes too, you know,
and, to this day, I still envy her,
for her eyes are the loveliest
characteristic of her Beauty--
and believe me, there are many);
purple clam shells vibrant
against porcelain-doll skin
and fully blossomed breasts;
(in three years from now,
I will begin
to grow boobs--
elementary-school style,
over-ripe.
B Cups going on C cups,
fated to become D Cups,
plum-sized
in comparison to the
budding mosquito bites of
my fellow classmates.
Barely a child,
womanhood threatens
to sexualize my girlish body
before I truly understand
what sexualization is);
fins cutting through the water
in all of their
green, iridescent glory.
(little did I know that,
as I grew older,
"cutting" would adopt
a far more sinister meaning
in the context of my life).
But,
despite my admiration for Ariel,
I fail to understand her desire
to abandon her
under-sea rendezvous
sunken treasures,
oceanic melodies
to be where the people are.
This lack of approval I foster
exists due to the fact that I am
a firm believer of the magic
the aquatic realm
(and Disney)
has to offer.
To this day,
I maintain my stance--
that Ariel had been terribly wrong
in the choices she made--
but I have become cognizant of
different (and better) reasons
to argue my position;
after all,
and as a cartoon crab
had so wisely declared once,
"The human world--
it's a mess."
Image Source:
Dark Ariel gif (n.d). [image] Available at: https://giphy.com/gifs/aqgqu2rryKB5C?utm_source=media-link&utm_medium=landing&utm_campaign=Media%20Links&utm_term=https://www.pinterest.ca/ [Accessed 5 Sept. 2018].
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