By
Victoria Moorhouse
When Miss Trunchbull stomps and spits on the ribbons, I think I was on the verge of a mental and emotional breakdown.
I remember a lot of my friends being obsessed with the Spice Girls or Josie and the Pussycats as children — these girl groups influenced their beauty decisions (Baby’s pigtails, anyone?) and their Halloween costumes. Me? My main source of beauty inspo, besides Ariel’s fire engine red beach waves and copying literally everything my older sisters did, was Matilda.
Yep, as in the little girl in the Danny DeVito flick who could conquer long division without a pencil and paper — and in like 5 seconds, no less — and could make tiny chocolate truffles float through the air and into her hand by just squinting her eyes at them. If that isn't your dream superpower of choice, I don't know if we can be friends. And ready for this? The movie is celebrating its 20th anniversary this month — how’s that for making you feel old as hell?
But other than introducing me to “Send Me on My Way” by Rusted Root (a song that is still on my running playlist to this day) and the horror that is being forced to eat a enormous chocolate cake in front of an assembly of people (though is that a bad thing, really?), I could not get enough of Matilda’s hair bows.