Sunday, March 9, 2014
Let It Go
This damn Disney song makes me ugly-cry like a two year old.
Frozen is much better than it appeared in the trailer. In fact, the trailer showed nothing but funny and intriguing elements while completely hiding the fact that the storyline is a boohoo fest. It rivals Mulan, which in my opinion is one of Disney's very best non-Pixar animations. In spite of a magic power being involved, the plot is believable and not overplayed like a lot of "Disney Princess" movies are. It's heavy in metaphors that people of all ages can apply to their own lives, to the point of psychological impact. The Oscars for best animated feature and best song are well deserved. Had Let It Go not won, no doubt there would have been a riot.
The story represents so much to so many people. For me personally, it has been a struggle to let go of the injustice, oppression, and criticism I've received most of my life for being who I am and for some of the life decisions I've made. A lot of people don't understand me, and unfortunately we humans are notorious for knocking what we don't understand. As a result, some think I'm weak and wrong and wish I would conform to their version of "normal".
Newsflash: it is never happening. I am a Southern white Creole-Cajun, hetero-non-sexual, non-partisan humanitarian, culture-embracing, gay ally, anti-racist, non-denominational woman with crippling, life-threatening systemic disease who survives on government assistance. Deal with it - every bit of it - or promptly pick up your toys and go home. This is not a game, so don't think for a second that I am a challenge to be conquered. You will lose. Miserably.
As the song says, I'm not going to be held down by someone else's ideal, and I don't care what they have to say about it anymore. Those who truly love me respect me, my feelings, and my life decisions, just as I do for them. And even if I am Queen Elsa - the "different" one with the freak genetic condition that makes me appear weak - isolated by the cold around me, I will continue to stand my ground and be content in knowing that I'm free of the control of mental hijackers.
As for wrong - I'm not. Not anymore. Thank God, the past is in the past and I'm never going back. Beyond a shadow of a doubt I've finally done right by myself, and I will never regret it. I'm sure I will continue to be misunderstood, judged, and criticized, but I strive to let go of the fear and pain that accompanies these things. I am not a prisoner. I will be me whether people like it or not.
Here I stand, and here I'll stay. Let the storm rage on.