When we are little we go to bed to the voice of our mom telling us stories about a prince and a princess who lived happily ever after. Then years go by and you keep hearing the same stories over and over; the girl who went through so many hard times, but in the end all that “tough life” is worth it because she finally meets her prince charming who makes her life’s fairytale come true. We all know Cinderella, Snow White, or Aurora were not exactly real, we know they were not our next door neighbors, but deep inside we want to believe they did exist at some point, and that maybe that castle and prince charming may have been real after all.
But as you start getting older the story changes a little and you finally get to meet your own prince charming. However, all of a sudden you start listening, or even better, living, a part of the story which pages your mom never read to you before. You don’t get to clean the floors for your evil stepsisters, but you go through so much more worse stuff that you even come to think you would much rather pinch your finger with a spindle than go through all that. As time goes by, you realize that prince charming is not going to come kiss you on the lips and bring you back to life, he won’t even fight a dragon or climb a tower to save you, but he’ll most likely grab the sword and split your heart in two.
When you get your heart broken for the first time, you cry yourself to sleep, but sooner than later you stand back up and you move on, thinking you’re going to be a little more careful next time and you won’t give 100% anymore, just in case you get hurt again. Time goes by, and prince charming number 2 comes along. After a much needed fairytale-like relationship, once again, prince charming gets on the horse but instead of taking you along with him, he leaves you behind. Then it hits you, no matter how fast you run after him, he’s just not turning back. But you patiently wait for the day he sees the light and realizes you were his one and only princess and how he’s never going to be truly happy unless it’s with you. Years may go by before you realize your prince charming took off and had no intentions of coming back.
So after all those years, of meeting not one or two, but plenty of princes charming, you start wondering why in heaven would your mom read a story so full of lies like that? Why would society think it’s ok to lie to a little girl and make her believe life is easy and all rose colored? Maybe they shouldn’t tell us that the princess who slept 100 years woke up to the kiss of a handsome, blond prince, but that she met some random guy who wanted to kiss her to see if his girlfriend minded. Maybe the story should not end as “and they lived happily ever after” but rather “and he cheated on her continuously ever after” or “and he made her cry herself to sleep ever after”, or something like that. Something that tells you life is not a fairytale, something that tells you what you really are going to find in life so you can at least be prepared to face it. That way, you won’t walk around blindfolded and you will be standing strong when prince charming comes along and won’t get you up on his horse... That way you'll hope he trips and falls off the horse instead of sitting around waiting for him to come back...
