Afton found a HUGE glittery princess dress in her toybox yesterday. Ugly PJ friend had thought she would love it. SHe squealed when she saw it, "MAMA!! MAMA!!" Then she started jamming it on her head. I gathered about 3 yd.s of fabric and tucked into her pants then glitzed her up with crazy jewels, a tiara and shiny purse. This is her first real princess dress-up and when I placed her in front of the mirror -it was magic... Her eyes were wide open taking her "new" self in. SHe swirled the 30 lbs of skirt around and just stared. Finally she shouted, "Is (It's) ME! Is ME!!!!"
Why does the world love to smash that out of women?
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Is YOUR inner princess really gone? She does have a rightful place in there, you know. It's just hard for her to understand that she has to share it with the other inner yous.
If that dress is as big as you say, just wait 'til everybody's gone, or asleep, and put that sucker on.
i say put that thing on and go to walmart
she does. its her bag lady outfit.
we use it when we go downown and pass out tracks and condemn people to hell.
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the feminist in me says (or used to say) women shouldn't really love that stuff, we as a society force it on them. however I AM A GIRLY GIRL and have come to accept the fact that i love makeup and gaudy jewelry and cool boots and if that makes me a silly victim of consumerism than so be it!!!! GO AFTON!
My Inner Princess is waaay alive and active. I had forgotten about the imagination part, though - the fantasy. It was like she had new eyes - and it was her reality. There's something to that that I'm a likin'.
Ya know I must admit that thinking of myself as a princess is a hard process. I love the idea that I am truly love as a child of God. Maybe the wounds are coming to the surface and I get to explore them. I do like the idea of being a princess though, but it is something of a strange reality that must be embraced instead of smashed.
Afton is such a regal, powerful young woman, and her radical, fearless nature inspires and moves me. Your post actually made me tear up a bit, because I could picture the whole thing. I think radical feminism,is about empowering women to be who they are: their full, glorious, womanly, girly, gorgeous, princessy selves. Her name means peaceful river, and the current of her life is so unbelievably strong. That girl will continue to be a force to be reckoned with. I think her name is perfect, because in the midst of all that tumultuous power, there is a real peace in that girl - a contentment with who she is created to be. I believe that will never leave her. It is a blessing that God has placed on her life, and it will continue to grow. God be praised for Queen Afton!
OK, I'm tearing up, now. What an encouragement.
I wonder if it's something that we can draw out of one another. Playing, creating, laughing, thinking big or dreaming. Like draws unto to like. Calling out the beauty we see in each other...
I totally agree with what Bill said! He is awesome at putting things into words. I could totally picture that whole scenario. There are so many firsts with our little ones, and you were lucky that you were sitting right by her side to see it!
abi would be vibing afton big time...you should see her in the McDonalds Playland tunnels with an ankle length skirt. She KNOWS she's a princess. Life does beat it out but whenever i see the hords of bride and prom magazines i realize its still there--a bit wounded in many of us.
Bethy Sweetie, find someone to cross stitch Bill's comments on a piece of fabric, frame it and put it at the end of Afton's bed. If you read something like that every day when you wake up, you might actually believe that's God's opinion and tell the world where to get off. (Okay, maybe have Chad artsey-fartsey the words up instead of cross-stitch, BUT DO IT!)
You know, Hols, that prom dress thing is right on. Maybe we just need times to let 'er rip!
Okay, I'm gonna go at this another angle and just blow it for everyone with my sick humor.........."why does the world beat that out of a woman?".....because my fat butt swirling around with 30 pounds of material rolling around my elephant thighs would scare the demons out of Freddy Krueger. hahaha. NO, I am just kidding. count on me to take the "deep" out of things.........well, except for sticky boogers and deep you-know-what. heeheehee (forgive me?) you just swirl away girl.....
Pat, just grab your hottest V-neck, work the Mary Kay and bat your killer eyes at your hubby - you may graduate from princess to Queen!
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