Candela

And these characters- these girls- are sixteen/seventeen, and they’re not performing sexiness, they’re not falling over each other and having tons of sex, they’re just running around like the young teens they are in clothing that’s not designed to make them look sexy, they’re reading and having romantic interests but they’re just crushes and school things, and they’re playing in the woods and having fun and like…

God, I know living in that era would be hell and that’s not what I’m saying I would want but… oh, to be sixteen, and to be able to just be a child, and not be told at every turn to be sexy and have sex and wear heavy makeup and perform feminity or perform anything or be hot. Oh, to just be a sixteen-year-old who runs around with their friends in the woods and writes for the school paper. 

And then there’s that fucking scene, in the episode where Anne and her friends decide that their bodies are worth respect and fully under their own control, that one scene where they all sneak out at midnight, all the girls together, in their white nightrobes, and light a bonfire in the woods… and they wave flowers and chant that they are women, they belong only to themselves, they deserve to respect themselves, their minds as well as their bodies deserve respect, and then they dance around the fire laughing and ruby collapses and they ask her what’s wrong and she says, “oh, being a woman can be so lovely” or something along those lines and just hhhhhghgghghghghghghhhggh….. the sisterhood… the camraderie….. the joy despite it all…. i want it