I know almost all of you know this beautiful text,
but it is so beautiful and true
that I want it to be on my blog.
And in fact I want to have it here
to read it whenever I want^^
Oh Maiden, Advance with a Sword and a Rose.
I wonder what made you become Lolita?
Is it because you wanted to wear beautiful clothes?
Because you like lace and frills? Because you wanted to be like someone?
Or was it because you wanted to become beautiful so you’d be popular with the guys?
No, no, that’s impossible isn’t it?
After all, Lolita isn’t something with which you worry about what guys think!
I bet your answer is something like this, “Before I knew it, I was a Lolita maiden!”
That’s right! You are a chosen maiden, a born aristocratic maiden. I understand you well.
You’re a daydreamer and a visionary who is here in body, but not in spirit.
You’re shy, willful, and don’t want to be like others.
You like reading by yourself rather than partying with friends.
You love pretty things and want to live surrounded by only the things you like.
Isn’t that right?
“I am a special maiden.” It’s okay for you to think that, you know.
Even if there are strangers who look away and snicker at you because your skirt is too poufy, or because the ribbon adorning your hair is too big,
you don’t have to let it bother you.
Sure, it’s aggravating that there are still some confused people who see Gothic and Lolita as unemotional, cheap cosplay, but you should just remain confident and stand tall.
One cannot learn true kindness unless one becomes strong.
Nothing will come of indulging in the comfort of lukewarm idleness.
It’s triffling and foolish to look at the same things others see
and try to discover something interesting from such.
After all, there are many more wonderful things, yet-unknown things,
beautiful things that will take your breath away in your world.
I know you can find these things.
Cotton candy envelops your heart.
Scarlet roses bloom in your eyes, and
the taste of honey forever spreads upon your tongue.
Your hair is soft and your skin smooth. You are a maiden who was born to be Lolita.
You exist in a cocoon. The light of the sun and the glistening of the moon gently fall upon you there. You want to stay in there forever with your eyes closed.
While you wish for that, the dreams that fall gently upon you
there are woven like a sweet layer of powdered sugar.
But girls with a highly developed sense of beauty are intelligent.
Have you realized that behind the fluffy cuteness lies hidden a well-honed sword,
the blade of which shines brightly? That’s right.
After all, you already know, don’t you? That this world does not consist of only beautiful things? That somewhere there lurks malice that intends to do you harm?
That roses have thorns so that they may remain sublime?
And that sometimes, you must fight to protect that which is dear to you?
This is what I think: Gothic and Lolita clothes are a maiden’s armor,
which even a knight’s armor cannot compare to.
A maiden’s lace is her steel. Her ribbons are chains.
Her dress hat is her helmet, and she surreptitiously changes the blood that flows from her wounds into true red rose petals. Thus, the maiden fights. After all, to live is to fight,
and to become beautiful is to become stronger.
You are a noble being that no one may touch, you are beautiful and yet tragic. Yes, the ideal aristocratic maiden, in my imagination, is very much like you.
There are often maidens who say, “But I’m not beautiful, so…”
You know, though, that there’s no such thing as a maiden who is not beautiful.
It’s just that there are those maidens who don’t have enough confidence.
However, modesty is a virtue, and those maidens won’t become
the kind of shameless women who are not mindful of their appearance.
That’s why I think not having confidence is a step toward beauty, too.
So, stop looking in the mirror and sighing!
You must find at least a piece of yourself that you like the best.
For example, a part of your face would be nice:
like your peachy cheeks or even your eyelashes.
Your tiny, pink seashell-like nails also would be fine.
The fact that you’ve got a talent for art, or that your specialty is making sweets would be fine, too. It’s enough for you to acknowledge, little by little, that there is something that you excel in. See? When you think of it that way, don’t you recall this and that talent?
Say, I can see wings on your back - elegant wings, with the luster of velvet.
Please keep flying freely, without fear.
Even if someone should hurt you, you will end up landing in the right place.
I know this well because once upon a time, I was like you, too.”
(Arina Takarano)
