A few weeks ago the ever-awesome Tara Mohr sent a request to watch this little movie and blog about it today, October 4.
I dare you to watch this and not be moved.
The first time I saw this, what really got me was the hands. The long hands reaching and chasing after this little girl.
I’m not from poverty. I’ll never truly know the life of a child on the streets of Mumbai or Zimbabwe. But I do know what it feels like to have those hands after you.
Shortly after I turned 12, the stares of men began. It was the first real power I had ever experienced: that I could make them look.
It was a love-hate thing, that power I suddenly had over men. I didn’t know how to handle it.
They yelled at me from car windows as I walked to school. They followed me on my bike. They showed me their private parts in the park, from behind a tree.
They took what they could from me, and some of it I gave. Because some girls like me did that to get love and respect. Even a privileged white girl in America, a girl who would enjoy unprecedented freedom.
I had: housing, more than enough food, parents with other agendas for me, safe schools. I cannot imagine what it’s like having those hands after you without those.
And yet the real point of this little movie is the sheer POWER of girls that has nothing to do with their sex, and only secondarily with their baby-making capacity.
It’s their power to transform: their families, their communities, and the world.
I love that the potential of girl power is recognized and celebrated.
And that’s what makes me cry now.
It’s going to take a lot of love to keep those girls safer from those hands, so they can bring their power to the planet.
I’m putting my money on a little micro-business in Africa called Beads for Life. Go ahead, have a bead party. Give what you can, and please share and celebrate the GirlEffect – send it to everyone you know.