Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves
Oct. 17th, 2011 08:09 pmThis is how the story is supposed to go; Once upon a time there was a princess. She was beautiful and kind and good but not everything around her was. There were terrible things, things she needed to be rescued from but she could not save herself.
She waited and waited, praying for something to happen, someone to save her until one day a brave knight or price or huntsman arrived and stole her away from the tower, from the evil queen, from the dragon or witch or demon.
That is how the story is supposed to go, or at least, how they say it goes.
But not all stories are true.
Not all processes wait.
She never waited, she never bothered. She grew up in a strong house, a house where her mother taught her how to fight and her father taught her how to rule. She grew up in a land where no one was going to save her but herself, not out of cruelty but because they knew she could do it, knew she was strong enough.
So when the dragons come, she is the one who slays them, when the demons knock on her door, she vanquishes them. When the witches and thieves and tricksters come, she raises her sword and her spells and her hands and pushes them away, defeats them with everything she has in her.
Because she is not a princess who waits. She is not a daughter who sits passively. She is a wicked girl, a strong girl, a powerful girl. She will never be the girl who waited, who pined who wished and dreamed and wondered.
She is a princess and she carries her own swords and she saves herself.
She waited and waited, praying for something to happen, someone to save her until one day a brave knight or price or huntsman arrived and stole her away from the tower, from the evil queen, from the dragon or witch or demon.
That is how the story is supposed to go, or at least, how they say it goes.
But not all stories are true.
Not all processes wait.
She never waited, she never bothered. She grew up in a strong house, a house where her mother taught her how to fight and her father taught her how to rule. She grew up in a land where no one was going to save her but herself, not out of cruelty but because they knew she could do it, knew she was strong enough.
So when the dragons come, she is the one who slays them, when the demons knock on her door, she vanquishes them. When the witches and thieves and tricksters come, she raises her sword and her spells and her hands and pushes them away, defeats them with everything she has in her.
Because she is not a princess who waits. She is not a daughter who sits passively. She is a wicked girl, a strong girl, a powerful girl. She will never be the girl who waited, who pined who wished and dreamed and wondered.
She is a princess and she carries her own swords and she saves herself.