I laid down on the bed in my multi-colored room. Four walls, four different colors. Sky blue, raspberry, bright orange and light green. My thirteenth birthday present: a grown-up room.
…and yet, not quite. On the orange wall next to the window, I pinned a Powerpuff Girl poster. A Paramore poster is above it, sure, but the real glint of my childhood shines from the Powerpuff Girl one.
I’ve written about them before. I was obsessed as a kid. Powerpuff Girl shoes, backpacks, socks, purses, shirts, movies, pencil cases, pencils to put in the pencil cases, books, dolls… you get the point.
It wasn’t until yesterday that I realized how The Powerpuff Girls really influenced me.
Here’s how the theme song goes:
Blossom, commander and the leader
Bubbles, she is the joy and the laughter
Buttercup, she’s the toughest fighter
I looked at the poster on my wall. All three of the girls floating, their jets of color trailing along behind them. That theme song ran through my head. Along with my epiphany.
I am all three of The Powerpuff Girls.
I’m bossy like Blossom, sweet (and apparently “cute,” some would say) like Bubbles and a tough cookie like Buttercup.
I like to lead, but I also like to laugh and make other people smile. And when necessary, I can be pretty ferocious, especially when I’m fighting for something I believe in.
The Powerpuff Girls –– along with my mother, of course –– taught me how to be the woman I’ve become. I’m not taking their poster down any time soon.
C’mon, let’s face it, who doesn’t love little kindergarten-age girls who kick ass and save the world, all before bedtime? You’re crazy if you don’t.
