When I get married….
I don’t want to look like a princess.
Strange, right?
The general thought is that ever since you were a wee little girl, you would dream about that magical day: your wedding day. And you will be dressed like a princess and rightfully treated as one.
Everybody knows it’s really the bridegroom’s day.
But…I don’t want that.
When I think about a princess, I think about pretty girls, young woman dressed a certain way, and raised a certain style with magic oozing from their beauty. She is careful, delicate, dependent—everything that a princess is supposed to be and represents.
It’s like a shadow of a Disney princess. But the knight wears black, like at a funeral.
I can’t be that. I don’t want to be a princess on my wedding day.
I’m more than that!
So that’s why…
I want to be like a goddess on my wedding day.
I want to wear what a goddess wears when or if they want to or need to, get married.
But here’s the thing.
I have no idea what a goddesses dress would look like.
Everyone can imagine what a princess looks like. Full, fluffy and graceful with a glop of innocence. It’s white, with bling maybe, and covered in a veil. That’s what women wear when they want to feel like a princess and marry their prince in black.
But I’m a woman, and God damn-it, I’m going to look like a Goddess!
I’m not waiting to be saved and I didn’t sit around for my knight to come.
I work, I own a house up in the Hamptons, drive a race car because I want to, take care of my mother and father, provide for my siblings when they need help. I invest and plan ahead. I am beautiful and well educated, all those late nights studying theology and business did not go without a glass of wine, open minded and well-travelled. For Christ sake, I’ve met presidents and dined with legit princesses and their family!
And none of their nights wore black!
I deserve, no, I demand to dress and look like a Goddess on my wedding day.
But what do I wear?
I don’t know…
My skin is like rich chocolate and I have coils in my hair as tight as some people’s nerves. You know, that kind you need for medication? You could hang diamonds from it, crystals even.
My eyes are big and round and they stare with the tender warm brown glow of Mother Nature.
My teeth are big, with an over bite, but they’re big white teeth and they dazzle even the stars at night who look down in jealousy.
My body is strong and fit, but has enough softness to give birth to children and keep a man strong to his woman.
I get angry, upset, sad, happy, embarrassed—my emotions are as thick and deep as black space, the kind where I think people are born from.
….I don’t want to be a princess. It’s cute. Anything can easily be called cute. I am not shopping.
I want to be a Goddess, beautiful, worshipped, loved, powerful.
What to wear?....
On my wedding day, I’ll wear my favorite color that isn’t white, dress in jewelry passed down to me by my mother, decorate my face with coloring pencils, cloth my body in the best fabric out there, wear shoes that are comfortable, place tulips in my hair, carry a bouquet made by my artistic young nieces, and walk down that isle with my father, my strength, by my side.
And then, when I get to my soon to be husband, I will stand before him in all my glory, in all my beauty. And he will know with me, how blessed he is to have me and how blessed I am to have him. I will give him my godlike strength and in return he gives me his steadfast, godlike love.
And from that day on, I will be a Goddess.
Because I was one on my wedding day.
BY: LaVana Colebrooke
I don’t want to look like a princess.
Strange, right?
The general thought is that ever since you were a wee little girl, you would dream about that magical day: your wedding day. And you will be dressed like a princess and rightfully treated as one.
Everybody knows it’s really the bridegroom’s day.
But…I don’t want that.
When I think about a princess, I think about pretty girls, young woman dressed a certain way, and raised a certain style with magic oozing from their beauty. She is careful, delicate, dependent—everything that a princess is supposed to be and represents.
It’s like a shadow of a Disney princess. But the knight wears black, like at a funeral.
I can’t be that. I don’t want to be a princess on my wedding day.
I’m more than that!
So that’s why…
I want to be like a goddess on my wedding day.
I want to wear what a goddess wears when or if they want to or need to, get married.
But here’s the thing.
I have no idea what a goddesses dress would look like.
Everyone can imagine what a princess looks like. Full, fluffy and graceful with a glop of innocence. It’s white, with bling maybe, and covered in a veil. That’s what women wear when they want to feel like a princess and marry their prince in black.
But I’m a woman, and God damn-it, I’m going to look like a Goddess!
I’m not waiting to be saved and I didn’t sit around for my knight to come.
I work, I own a house up in the Hamptons, drive a race car because I want to, take care of my mother and father, provide for my siblings when they need help. I invest and plan ahead. I am beautiful and well educated, all those late nights studying theology and business did not go without a glass of wine, open minded and well-travelled. For Christ sake, I’ve met presidents and dined with legit princesses and their family!
And none of their nights wore black!
I deserve, no, I demand to dress and look like a Goddess on my wedding day.
But what do I wear?
I don’t know…
My skin is like rich chocolate and I have coils in my hair as tight as some people’s nerves. You know, that kind you need for medication? You could hang diamonds from it, crystals even.
My eyes are big and round and they stare with the tender warm brown glow of Mother Nature.
My teeth are big, with an over bite, but they’re big white teeth and they dazzle even the stars at night who look down in jealousy.
My body is strong and fit, but has enough softness to give birth to children and keep a man strong to his woman.
I get angry, upset, sad, happy, embarrassed—my emotions are as thick and deep as black space, the kind where I think people are born from.
….I don’t want to be a princess. It’s cute. Anything can easily be called cute. I am not shopping.
I want to be a Goddess, beautiful, worshipped, loved, powerful.
What to wear?....
On my wedding day, I’ll wear my favorite color that isn’t white, dress in jewelry passed down to me by my mother, decorate my face with coloring pencils, cloth my body in the best fabric out there, wear shoes that are comfortable, place tulips in my hair, carry a bouquet made by my artistic young nieces, and walk down that isle with my father, my strength, by my side.
And then, when I get to my soon to be husband, I will stand before him in all my glory, in all my beauty. And he will know with me, how blessed he is to have me and how blessed I am to have him. I will give him my godlike strength and in return he gives me his steadfast, godlike love.
And from that day on, I will be a Goddess.
Because I was one on my wedding day.
BY: LaVana Colebrooke