Powerpuff Girl Monologue

“Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. These are the ingredients to create the perfect little girls.” – The Powerpuff Girls Narrator. That's all you'd heard on a Sunday morning and from a cute little girl sitting on a couch watching her favorite cartoon show. My Mom would sit next to me and wonder why I loved watching this so much. Then, years passed and I got older and older. The Powerpuff Girls were not a priority to watch every morning anymore. It started to become a great childhood memory. The little Powerpuff Girl fan was fading away day by day. I don't believe anyone can actually feel the emotions of a little six-year-old watching her favorite show. “Blossom. I'm Blossom mommy!” My mom was probably the only person who knew how much I loved that character. She'd buy me anything she’d see that was about her. It was as if I was her at the moment when I'd see her on TV. She was brave, strong, and was always there for her sisters. Maybe as a six-year-old I didn't quite see the connection I had with that character. All I saw in her was that she was the prettiest of them all. Now, I do see how we relate to each other. The connection, somehow, helped me outgrow my obsession with the show.

I saw everyone around me so different from me, which made me feel very anxious. The teacher does one of those activities where you say your name and your favorite thing to do so everyone can get to know each other. I said my name, and I was close to talking about my favorite cartoon, but something stopped me. All of a sudden I felt embarrassed to say it. Everyone around me looked so much older then I. I felt as if they would laugh about my absurd obsession with Blossom. I realized, I had to leave that behind. It was time to grow out of