I would watch it over and over again. I believed that I could grow up to be just like Cinderella. I would put on my pretty little princess dress, walk around in oversized high heels, and prance around in front of the mirror. I knew I was special. I knew that I was going to be a princess when I grew up. I was going to find my prince charming, and I was going to live happily ever after, in a beautiful far away castle.
Well, as I grew older, I started to realize that princes and princesses were just make believe, and the magic started to fade away. There was no such thing as a fairy god mother, a magic slipper, or a pumpkin that turned into a carriage. And the older I got, the more the magic faded.
When I got into high school and started dating, my belief in fairytales became even less as the boys I dated truly ended up being just a bunch of frogs and kissing them didn’t turn them into a prince.
And then I realized how unrealistic these fairytales were. Maybe there was a reason Cinderella ran from the castle other than the clock striking midnight? She lives with a step mother, meets a prince one night, marries him, and lives happily ever after right? Something seems iffy about that in comparison to if that were to be real life.
And then there was Snow White. Yet another princess who lives with her evil stepmother. But, she figured things out, and ran away. Right? Wrong. I have a few questions for her. She finally gets away from cleaning up after her step mom, and then moves in with SEVEN little men to cook and clean for? Not a wise decision.
And then there was Ariel. For goodness sakes she was sixteen. It’s definitely a good idea to run away from your father, risk your life, and your kingdoms lives, and lose your voice. All in exchange for some legs and a chance at a man you’ve only seen once. Sounds to me like she should have gone to good Community Ocean College, gotten a well-paying job in the Seashell industry, and then looked for a guy to marry. Preferably one she’s met more than one time.
After looking at these stories from a realistic stand point, I believed that men were not princes. I was not a princess. And I would end up having to settle for a frog and try to just live to deal with the swamps and flies.
Lucky for me, I was wrong. I met a prince. He is a man who treats me with more respect that any man ever has. He showed me that I truly am a princess. He showed me that all women deserve to be treated as princesses. And over time, I’ve learned that each and every girl is a princess. I learned that any man who treats you any different is not a prince, and that frogs are just frogs. Kissing them will only get slime all over your lips.
And even though being a princess doesn’t have the glitter, the slippers, or the carriage…
I did get to marry my prince, in a castle. I even got to wear a pretty dress. And we live very, very happily ever after.
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I'm so glad you found happiness with your Prince Charming!
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