As a child I loved the Disney film's religiously. They taught me that I am a Princess and I will find my Prince Charming. But the big question is will I?
Even from an early age, I'm talking 10 here, all I dreamed of was my first kiss. How magical it had portrayed it and how it would make my heart beat and my foot pop.
Nothing is ever what it seems. I was 12 I got my dream a dare. I was in love. I was like hell yeah I've done it. He played Guns and Roses down the phone. My heart was broken when he dumped me then after for every other girl in school.
I'd like to say that I've struck luck of finding Prince Charming who has rescued me from the evil monster.
I did come close once, I knew it as well. Even when I think of it warmly and without any hate. I know that if we were older then potentially I could have married him. But we spent so much time together, I was immature and he did everything for me. The girl that ends up with him is the luckiest girl in the world because he so genuine.
But how does this effect you may you ask? Well just hang in there, fuck yeah it's tough, but I know all the magical Disney moments capture the beautiful moments that we need to appreciate more.
I know I have to look at myself and make myself feel one hundred percent like a Princess before any one else can treat me like one.
I thought I found it again, but I lost sight in who I am and what I deserve. Fishy things tells me your a frog.
