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Script My Life: Disney Princesses

"If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew." — Pocahontas



I have so many fond memories of my dad. He was like so super cool.And he was encouraging too.He always told us that we could do anything in this world and the sky was the limit to who we could be.The constant reminder I have is that he told me that I was a princess.Not just his,but a real princess.(And I do not doubt that the least bit.)-The Makings Of A Queen

It is almost every girl's dream to be a princess,and better yet,to get married to a prince.Two world famous ordinary girls who got that wish are, Princess Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge, who got married to the heir to the British throne, Prince William; and Princess Charlene, a former South African Olympic swimmer, who got married to Prince Albert of Monaco. Lucky girls! (Don't you just hate them?). I'm all green with envy.

Talking about green, how many of you were excited about the first black Disney princess? Princess Tiana, from 'The Princess and the Frog'.To be honest I don't really understand the fuss, because Tiana spent the larger part of the movie as a green, slimy, (kind of cute), frog,and not a black princess. Either way, it was interesting though, to go (*in a Southern accent*),'down to the South, to New Orleans'. One of the places in the US, I've always been fascinated by because of the soul food, mardi gras and, ....voodoo.Sic!

So, script my life today is about my favourite animations, specifically, the Disney Princesses.Disney features have always been magical, and every single princess that I have watched brought a certain quality in one way or the other. Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora, Ariel, Jasmine, Mulan, Kayley, Pocahontas, Belle, Merida, Rapunzel and of course, Tiana. (Although an animal, I think that Kiara from 'Lion King 2', should also be on the list.)

These princesses were kind, bold, intelligent, free-spirited, hardworking, likeable and yes, beautiful. My favourites are Belle, because of her love for books; Jasmine for her free-spirit; Mulan for her boldness; and yes, Tiana, because of her ambition. The above describe me, and I relate more as I repeatedly watch the animations. Princesses do not need to be lazy, snobbish or spoilt, and it is a good thing that there are such good examples.(Although Snow White living with seven little men;or Aurora, (Sleeping Beauty), sleeping for years, (and y'all can she sleep); or even, Cinderella coming home at midnight, could count for as good examples). But that is just me.

Now thanks to real princesses Kate and Charlene, my faith in being a princess has increased. Being royal is no longer a thing of fairy tales, but can be a reality. *Sigh* Well, the sad part though,there aren't that many 'kingdoms' in this world and even fewer princes. (In Africa, almost non-existant). *sniff,sniff*

But my script is not about finding a 'prince' in particular, (after kissing so many frogs), I will probably continuously sing, 'Some day my Prince will come'. (Hopefully in this lifetime). My script is about the transition from being a princess to being a Queen. It is about being a woman of influence, virtue and substance.

There is a lot that comes with 'royalty'. It is about sacrifice, being in balance and making a real difference. And it takes a lot to 'rule' over a kingdom. (Your space is your kingdom).

'Every little girl is a princess;and a queen in waiting.'-The Makings Of A Queen

Disney princesses will always be my favourite fantasy that inspire my reality.

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

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