Princess Syndrome:

Chapter 1


by: Apathy_
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She was quiet and blonde and happy.

She was so very happy.

She loved to dress up like a princess, and play with dolls. She played imaginary games with her imaginary friends. She put on makeup for fun. Her favourite game in the world was to dress up in front of a mirror. She ate healthily and didn't worry that food would make her fat.

So she was happy.

Then the girl moved. She moved away from everything she'd ever known to somewhere completely different. She had to make new friends. But she was shy, so it was hard.

Her new friends changed her into a different person. She became louder and stranger and weirder. She forgot about her old friends. She was different now.

The little girl grew up into a teenager. She switched to another school with her friends. She stopped being innocent.

She stopped being happy.

She grew more and more insecure. She still played imaginary games with her imaginary friends. The games were that they called her names like ugly and fat and she had to try to deny it.

Eventually, she gave up, but the imaginary people didn't. So the girl stopped eating to try to make them go away.

She stopped putting on makeup for fun, and instead makeup became something to hide what she was ashamed of.

The dolls she had played with stopped being toys and started being symbolic of what she was aiming for.

Magazines filled with pictures of animals stopped being bought. Instead there were endless glossy pages of perfect airbrushed girls and boys she could never have.

Cartoons stopped playing on the television and were replaced with reality shows of people with prettier faces and tinier waists than she.

The music she listened to went from happy, upbeat tunes tinkling through speakers in her room to loud bands blasting through headphones.

Instead of bracelets, she wore scars.

She took ages to get dressed. Her reflection distracted her. She hated how she looked. She took up too much space.

The mirror stopped being her friend. It was a deadly enemy, to be avoided at all costs.

People told her to kill herself, and that she deserved to die. Eventually, she believed them.

Her grades dropped; all she could think about was how terrible of a person she was.

Because her grades dropped, her parents screamed at her.

So she stayed up all night with the imaginary people trying to study.

She felt empty all the time, and cried when she was alone. She didn't want to be alone because of the voices, but she didn't want to be with other people because she would always compare herself to them.

The princesses she used to idolise gave her Princess Syndrome.

She wasn't happy anymore.

'Perfect' isn't a thing. 'Perfect' doesn't exist. 'Perfect' is a lie.

Barbie, the most idolised figure of beauty for young girls, isn't perfect. If Barbie were a person, she'd be so disproportionate that she wouldn't even be able to stand up.

Celebrities in magazines and models are so photo-shopped they might as well be drawings.

Disney princesses have recently become ever more realistic, but still as beautiful as ever.

Give me a princess who is a comfortable weight.

Give me a princess who isn't inexpicably gorgeous.

Give me a princess who doesn't get the prince, but who is still happy.

Give me a princess who is bald.

Give me a princess with anorexia and bulimia.

Give me a princess with self-harm scars.

Give me a princess who is depressed.

Give me a princess with schizophrenia.

Give me a princess who is a realistic teenager.

Give me a princess who recovers.

Perfection does not exist. And if we spend our whole lives striving for something that does not exist, we will never get anywhere in life.


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