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In this photo I sit smiling for the camera. My hair was long, down to my waist, and it was pin straight. Now it is short, just barely touching my shoulders and curly. Both of these two changes happened in a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things. I think about 2006, when this photo was taken, and it does not seem that long ago. I remember some of it clear as day while other parts are just a blur.

When this was taken, I was convinced I would be a princess. Nothing could stop me. Nothing but reality. Reality was a very cruel thing for a child. Finding out that the tooth fairy was your mom and you she actually had your teeth was not only cruel, it was weird.

After this picture, reality became a real jerk. I had to find out the hard way that some people just can't be a princess or have magic powers. I will put it simply, my dreams were crushed because of some silly thing called reality. I found out the hard way that villains aren't always the people with the horns or who sing about taking over the kingdom, sometimes they are your best friend. The best friend that protects your back from all of the knives except for hers. That knife is pushed in deep and the scar will always be there.

This photo shows my crooked teeth and smile that the younger version of myself once had I am no longer that girl. I no longer trust like I once did. I no longer smile like I once did. I recognize the girl I see, though I doubt that she would recognize me. I am different.

Since then, I have made more friends, some enemies. I have made life choices and I have made plans for my future. My old plan was to live my life as a fairy tale. My new plans are to be a nurse, working to save lives. I want to continue going through school, doing well and learning more. I want to learn more about the world around me as well as learn more about myself. There is always so much more to discover, even in places you think you already knew.