Hello my loves!
This is a translation of a piece I wrote for Derriere le Miroir (available here: http://www.derrierelemiroir.ca/donc-mon-prince/)
Enjoy:)
Once upon a time there was a young princess
Who danced in the rain and jumped into puddles
She was wild, she was free, she was fearless.
She didn’t mind if her hair was a tad too curly.
She didn’t care if there were 300 calories in her
cookie.
She didn’t need a prince charming.
With or without him, she was a princess worthy of
respect.
“Maybe later, when I’m older” she told herself
“For now, I rule this kingdom just fine all by
myself”
But the seasons changed, and a princess can’t stay
young forever.
All her friends were attracting the attention of
dukes and earls,
Dancing the night away in the arms of their
admirers
While our princess spent her nights all alone.
And she started to ask herself when her prince
would come along.
She stared at her reflection in the puddles she
used to jump in
Desperately looking for the reasons behind her
solitude.
Suddenly the rain started pouring, deforming her
reflection, so that all she could see
Was that her problem lied in the atrocity of her
body.
Her hair was now much too curly
And every single inch of her skin was a prison keep
Trapping her in a tower, too ugly to be saved.
And those 300 calories in her cookie? Those were
300 too many.
She made herself believe that her prince would only
visit
When her collarbone was protruding enough for all
to see.
So she lived in this sad fantasy for many years,
Without the kingdom noticing their shrinking
princess.
Until one day she had had enough of starving.
And as she looked at her reflection in the mirror
with new eyes
She realized she had hated herself for nothing.
Okay, so this prince
had yet to show up at her door
But a hunger strike
won’t make him arrive sooner.
From now on, this princess
worries little of her happy ever after
« Because I
never needed a prince to be the greatest ruler »
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