“Momma, I’m the prettiest princess in the world” she yelled as she ran around the room with a crown on her head. Her mom laughed and nodded. The little girl smiled and thought her forever would be like this.
As she walked into school, a boy pulled her hair. She looked at him, “you’re hair is ugly” he told her. She frowned and cried to the teacher later on. The teacher sighed and told her to ignore it. So she tried.
Puberty was hitting everyone and while she was in the change room changing, a group of girls came up to her to tell her that her body needed to be saved. She knew she wasn’t skinny but now she felt sick to her stomach. She told her mom but her mom shrugged and told her maybe she could lose a few pounds.
She started reading magazines and obsessed over the “hot and sexy” models. She needed to be pretty and pretty meant skinny and flawless. So she tried everything she could. She needed everyone to approve her. To think she was beautiful.
She woke up with puffy eyes and a headache. She spent her whole night after prom crying. She cried because she wasn’t beautiful like all the other girls that night. She cried because she would never be good enough. She found a photo later that day. A photo of her in a princess dress smiling. She remembered that moment she thought she was the most beautiful princess in the world. “What changed?” She asked. She shook her head. She wasn’t the princess anymore.
She was 25 years old and had put her body through so much pain and suffering. She was out of her treatment centre for about 6 months. She looked at the mirror and in it she realized for the past years she was always beautiful. She was always the princess.
It shouldn’t have taken up so much of her life to realise that. You my love, are extrordinary and the brightest thing in the room. Don’t be afraid and keep your tiara on. You are not letting life break you down.