fairy tale

Once upon a time, there was a princess who didn’t know or think or even want to be a princess. She thought dreaming of being a princess are for naïve little girls! She didn’t believe in fairy tales and “happily ever after” endings. She didn’t like looking into the mirror, definitely wasn’t the fairest of them all, didn’t have the smallest feet in the land, she didn’t like putting on skin whiting products like snow white, nor keep long hair n sing at her window like Rapunzel. She did like dancing like Cinderella though. But all in all, she’s more like Fiona in “Shrek” – independent, kick-ass gal minus the sleeping in the castle waiting for her prince charming part.

I guess she identifies with Fiona as she feels and sees more the ogre of herself and despises the helpless damsel in distress stereotype. What she didn’t realize is that she unwittingly rejected the feminine, demure, gentle, beautiful (perhaps vain?!) side of her.

Well, to cut the long story short, this princess found out she IS really a princess. She found out that princes and princesses, kingdoms and magic do exist. Oh, and witches, and dragons and dragon slaying for that matter. She knows cos she has had a few dragon slaying episodes and not a few brushes with magic!

She began to take on her new found identity as a princess and allow that title to change her (in a good way, not the spoilt brat persona!) The ogre in her seemed to appear less and less, become less and less dominant. And the girly, princessy side, which she never thought was in her, began to show. These took time, as there was no fairy godmother to wave her wand in this story (which is really fine cos the process of change, is magical in itself). Though when the metamorphosis is a struggle and it hurts, and it seemed better to get it over and done with at the snapping of fingers, the princess realized the value of the slow, arduous transformation; the value of the process. This, my friend, will last beyond the setting of the sun, the strike of 12 at midnight, and will remain untouched by every witch’s curse.

Anyway, the best part is that she now believes in her prince coming for her, not so much to rescue her because her Father, the King, has already done so and freed her ( unlike the rich old incompetent, cowardly kings who send knights off and stay safe in their own castle!) She awaits her prince and the ride into the sunset together on an adventure of their own. She now believes in “happily ever after”. Or more accurately put, “rejoicing ever after.”

The End