There is a video of me as a little girl where I am pretending to be She-Ra.

Of course, my sister had already done her She-Ra skit but I wanted to be just like her, so I put on the plastic dress and the plastic mask, ran out onto my grandparents porch and said “For the honor of Grayskull, I am She-Ra.”

Then I made some flying noises, ran in a circle and quickly exited our makeshift stage.

I always wanted to be She-Ra.

She had (according to Wikiepdia) “the archetypical female traits of kindness, compassion, and a soft-spoken manner” but she also had “bravery and perseverance in the face of danger. As well as the super-human strength and stamina shared by He-Man after his transformation, She-Ra had additional skills in her changed form. These include a healing touch and telepathic communication with animals.”

Of course I wanted to be like She-ra. She kicked ass.

But when I was in kindergarten my best friend was always She-Ra and made me be her sidekick, Perfuma. Since I had the Perfuma action figure, that made perfect sense to her stuck up ass. Even as a five year old, she was a total bitch.

Maybe that’s how I always felt, the sidekick to everyone: my best friend, my big sister. Which is why I developed such a perfectionist complex at such a young age. Read More »