There has been so much controversy around the Little Mermaid being Black. I try to only focus on the videos of the little girls seeing the trailer for the first time.

Every time a video comes up of a little girl’s reaction, I stop to watch it.

I stop because that little girl is me.

With each squeal, smile, and gasp, the little girl inside of me cries because they get to see what I didn’t.

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Growing up, Ariel was my favorite princess. She’s still my favorite princess. My kids know all the words to “Part of Your World,” not because they’ve seen the cartoon a million times, but because I’ve been singing it since they were in utero.

I was nine when Little Mermaid came out. I had the VHS and played it until it got snowy on my favorite parts.

I never got my brown princess until I was 15, and she wasn’t Black.

She was darker than the others and better represented me. People used to call me Pocahontas because I loved her so much and the cartoon looked very similar to my own facial features. I even begged for a Pocahontas doll when I was nearly 16 years old.

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I was grasping for any sort of representation that proved Black and brown people were worthy of being princes and princesses.

We didn’t have the representation until my daughter was nine. The Princess and the Frog came out and she wanted nothing more than to be Princess Tiana. I teared up because my daughter got to experience something I never did as a child.

She got to see a dark-skinned, beautiful princess.

It would be 2018 before my boys had a Black male superhero that wasn’t somehow problematic or part something else.

My kids all experienced the moment these kids are experiencing. The power of representation allows you to dream outside of the box you may have built for yourself because no one looked like you doing what you wanted to do.

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When you’ve always been represented it’s easy to be upset or find the need to include someone else silly. You’ve always been there so you’ve always been able to see you in your dreams.

It’s time for others to be able to see themselves, too.

Now, don’t mind me, I’ll just be the first person in line to see The Little Mermaid wearing red faux locs and a fishtail skirt. Little me is ready to shine!

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page


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Jacalyn Wetzel

Jacalyn is a mother of four, and the creator of the blog Stop Yelling Please. She writes about motherhood in a way that most can relate. Jacalyn’s passion is parenting and relating to parents who may be struggling with the day to day. She’s a speaker, author and Licensed Clinical Social Worker.

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