Deconstructing Royalty

Entry #2

Dear Little Pink Book,                                                         December 13th, 2005

          All right, so I’ve thought about it and I suppose I do have spare time to talk to you. Please, forgive my crude introduction from a few months ago. Let’s start over:

         So, sometimes, I like to fantasize that I exist in a world of fairytales. Heck, I wish my world was a fairytale, like in those enchanting Disney classics. You know—those stories about young, beautiful princesses that long for a prince. Then, about thirty minutes into the movie, their Prince Charming swoops in prestigiously on his noble steed. It's love at first sight. Sure, they have to deal with an evil step-mother, dragon or such, but it makes it seem as though their attempts to overcome these obstacles are effortless. Most importantly, in the end, they all live happily ever after. That’s what I’m striving for. My ultimate goal in life is to have a fairytale ending. Thus, I must become a Princess. And I’m half way there! I’ve already got an entire closet chop-full of gowns and a fitted tiara. I love to sing and dance and I adore animals. Subsequently, Mother says I’ve got killer table manners and a Queen’s posture. I’m no walk in the park though; I stand for what I believe in and won’t falter under pressure. All I need is true love’s first kiss and I will be the epitome of royalty.