“But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.” Hans Christian Anderson
“The Little Mermaid” is a big screen splash!
The movie did not disappoint, especially for those that viewed the original over and over with their little ones. All the elements of a big production brought wonder for those who sat with popcorn in hand. The movie hit on woke love, bringing together two worlds. Having all the fanfare anyone would want in a Disney classic, five-stars highly recommend it. Shout out to Melissa McCarthy. She is a most excellent Sea Witch; go, girl, you have a fan in me!
Now the warning, the Me-too movement had to sit up and weep, yikes.
Without giving away the movie, the mermaid, after spending a brief moment with her guy, chooses to give away her voice to live in his world, in his land. She represents the definition of shrinking to fit in the land of love.
I do not care how much you dig a guy. Never give up your voice! Turning away from who you are and becoming what they need you to be is death. A game of pretending and trying to see yourself as Mrs. His. I have seen it over and over.
I have tried to fit in with more than one guy because I thought he was all that, losing myself along the way, awful. To give up yourself is to give up your power, creative expression, ideals, passions, your ability to grow. You will become a tree in the wind bending into his ideas and ideals to shape into what he sees fit.
I threw effort into being the right fit for who I thought was in succession. I found myself with topsiders on my feet on sailboats. I get seasick on sailboats; I prefer motorboats. Here I go again, to a baseball game eating hot dogs, and wearing, baseball caps. I prefer college football and tailgating, hot dogs, yuck. I hate scary movies and cringe at bad manners. Yet in the search for love, I have had my share of unflattering compromises. Why did I give up my voice over and over, again and again? Was I trying to shrink like Ariel to fit into their world?
Do we all shrink to fit? Do we all try to fit into the mold in the presence of our man?
In a time when women can be whatever they want, I would like to imagine we can have our own self-confidence to hold true to ourselves. That we can try new things and drag our man off to what we hold near and dear. In a perfect world, maybe…
For me, the journey was much more focused on what they wanted. Compromise was the theme I was dancing to. In a feeble attempt to find and hang onto love, I let go of myself.
I like myself and had to find a way to hold onto what mattered to me. Combining myself with a partner was an equation I needed to solve. But how?
Hard work, maybe even a counselor, can get us in the right direction. I sought out many ways to find healing in my lack of self. I needed to forgive myself; they were the choices I had to own.
The Disney classic, “The Little Mermaid,” understanding it was a fairy tale written originally in 1837. I do not believe the rebel that Arial would be weak as depicted. If you love fairy tales and know that outside the movie house is your world, with your voice, it is all that you will make it to be.
Relationships are give-and-take. They are two joining in partnership to be together, not to reform your essence, your being, and your place in this world.
My Mantra: “Your whole new world has been inside of you all along”