Be Wonder Woman — Your Way
Why would watching warriors prepare for battle evoke tears of deep emotion?
How could a cartoon character be transformative?
I puzzled over those questions when friends and movie reviewers, alike, shared their experience of Wonder Woman.
It made no sense.
I’ve seen plenty of battles and felt mostly bored: chaotic fighting, and you know who will win anyway.
Wonder Woman is transformative?! I read her comics as a kid… no transformation.
Curious, I went to see the film.
And… as Amazon warrior women practiced their skills tears well up.
I hope no one sees me crying.
I feel ridiculous and embarrassed. Yet oddly moved.
The films ends with powerful blasts of Wonder Woman.
I feel strangely powerful — more powerful than I’ve ever felt.
And tears well again.
I’ve been puzzled by my reaction ever since.
The tears came as the warriors moved into slow motion.
Did the pause slow my mind and make me see something that nonstop fighting would have hidden?
In the slow-mo shots I saw strength, power, confidence, capability and grace.
I saw it all against a world that calls women — my kind — the weaker sex, the second sex, bitches and hoes. A world where reactionary forces fight to keep women slut-shamed, barefoot, pregnant and dependent.
Strength, power, confidence, capability and grace. Women who know who they are.
We are so much more than we know.
I’m reminded of a quote by Marianne Williamson:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.
These women own their power.
I doubt I’ll be lifting war tanks anytime soon. But I saw confidence and power in myself and my kind that I had not seen before.
Be Wonder Woman — your way.