Pippi Longstockings

When, (and if) I'm a mother to a girl, I will read her Pippi every night. This girl is a true feminist.

My sister bought me this shirt yesterday because she knows how much I love Pippi

This passage sums it all up for me:

“the children came to a perfume shop. In the show window was a large jar of freckle salve, and beside the jar was a sign, which read: DO YOU SUFFER FROM FRECKLES?

What does the sign say?” ask [sic] Pippi. She couldn’t read very well because she didn’t want to go to school as other children did.
It says, ‘Do you suffer from freckles?’” said Annika.
Does it indeed?” said Pippi thoughtfully. “Well, a civil question deserves a civil answer. Let’s go in.”

She opened the door and entered the shop, closely followed by Tommy and Annika. An elderly lady stood back of the counter. Pippi went right up to her. “No!” she said decidedly.

What is it you want?” asked the lady.
No,” said Pippi once more.
I don’t understand what you mean,” said the lady.
No, I don’t suffer from freckles,” said Pippi.

Then the lady understood, but she took one look at Pippi and burst out, “But, my dear child, your whole face is covered with freckles!”

I know it,” said Pippi, “but I don’t suffer from them. I love them. Good morning.”

She turned to leave, but when she got to the door she looked back and cried, “But if you should happen to get in any salve that gives people more freckles, then you can send me seven or eight jars.” 

Astrid Lindgren was a woman after my own heart. She is one of those people that I would meet if I could. She is someone who teaches little girls that they are strong enough, smart enough, and unique enough.

Never forget to tell the young girls in your life how special they are. That it is not because they are cute or beautiful that they are wonderful but because they are smart and interesting. Teach these girls that they too can be as confident as Pippi and they too should be proud of their freckles.