Let them burn, let them burn
Underneath every word somebody’s heart’s been broken
With or without words, we try to forgive
Words, they’ll try to shake you
Don’t let them break you
Or stop your world from turning
When words keep you from feeling good
Use them as firewood, and let them burn.
I entered kindergarten a five-year-old fairy weighing a mere thirty two pounds. My parents committed a faux pas by insisting that my name be “Americanized”. The verbally cruel taunts I received from other children was apparent in my nickname- “Brigitte the Midget”.
As a young adult my best friend in college insisted on pronouncing my name the French way. He affectionately referred to me as “petite Brigitte”. However, one day he erroneously called me “Bardot”. There was no comparison between the feminine and stunning French beauty who possessed a sensual body and a luxurious blonde mane and myself ( a young woman with stringy blonde hair and an angular, bony body). I thought he was being facetious at my expense. I snapped at him, ” For obvious reasons I am NOT Bardot!’ He looked at me in bewilderment.
In 2008, the perfume house of Tocca released Brigitte as a tribute to the French movie star. Unsniffed, I purchased the perfume merely because it had my name on it and the solid, fluted bottle with a decorative cap sat gorgeously on my dresser. The spicy, fruity floral fragrance grew to my liking and garnered me many compliments when worn. And I secretly got such a thrill out of seeing my name on that stunning bottle.
I lost touch with my college friend but many years later we reconnected . His first reaction was to exclaim, “It’s been a long time, Bardot”. This time I reacted with equanimity and simply responded with, “You know that I am not anything like her”, to which he replied with a chuckle , “No…actually you are even better”.
Top- ginger, rhubarb,papaya
Heart- Morrocan rose,iris, saffron
Dry Down- sandalwood,musk, pannetone accord
Despite being a mature woman I still respond to the various nicknames given to me by family and friends. “Big Ma”, “old lady”, “little woman”, “sweet Brigitte”, “Angel of the Morning” and “little faerie” are all terms of endearment ascribed to me. And although I truly am not Bardot I am quite content being exactly who I am, a woman who merely shares her name with an icon.