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I do not know how i became the bearer of this title,fixed as a villain in the collective memory. All my life I wanted to be a good person. I knew i was never gentle-looking and beautiful like a damsel in fairytales, but I worked hard for everyone to see what was inside my heart,not just what was in front of my face. I wanted people to love me,to want me, to understand me. I wanted to be loved more than to be alive. I wanted to be erased from history rather than be remembered as a callous monster.
Yet here I am, writing my memoir, trying to justify my side of the story.
I admit I have done mistakes. I admit I am envious, manipulative and insecure,but there are good parts deep inside of me,which even Cinderella cannot deny and you should know them,before judging me.
And I admit I know my biggest mistake.It is not being born beautiful. I would have been kind if I was beautiful, I know it.My husband would have loved me from the first sight if I was beautiful.My daughters would have been happier if I had given them the gift of beauty than my good intentions.
Either way ,as a last service,I leave this book to you.You should read it carefully in order not to follow my footsteps.
If not,just remember to love your children for they can be a true nuisance if grown unloved.