The definition of mermaid according to Google: mer*maid (n) : a fictitious or mythical half-human sea creature with the head and trunk of a woman and the tail of a fish, conventionally depicted as beautiful with long flowing golden hair.
Maria’s definition: An exhausted, over worked half human, half asleep creature with the head of a chief negotiator (parenting), intuitive (i.e. doubtful and pessimistic as a result of growing up in the 80’s, think molly ringwald breakfast club), and the tail of too many donuts and not enough burpees, conventionally depicted as once beautiful before teenagers with short, chemically altered golden hair, more often than not scrunchied even in the millennium years.
Why do I love mermaids? It’s not the lore or childhood stuff – Ariel and all that crap….no a mermaid is bad ass. Seriously she is. She squeezes her legs and ass into the fin like it’s a big spanx. She foregoes a bra and opts for seashells. She rides the waves of discontent, she is ready for the incoming tide to wash over her and just as ready for it to pull back a way from her. She swims with the fish, the nice ones like dolphins and sometimes has to tolerate or out -swim the sharks. She rests on the rocks and the sun is her energy. She is salty like the sea. She doesn’t need rescuing, yet she is often the rescuer – again Ariel….still. A mermaid keeps her head above water but she also plunges in. She is not afraid to be different. I wish I was a mermaid. I sort of am. The waves definitely hit me and the riptide pulls me under again and again, but I kick my fins and I fight and I resurface for air…readjust my sea shells….Are you a mermaid? If you are, comment. I think you are. All the tough girls with golden hearts and fins of steel really are.