My stepfather passed away a few days ago, and I was closer to him than I am with my bio father. I’ve just been a huge mess lately and the one thing that’s helped me cope is watching Disney movies specifically ones that involve the characters who lose a parent or go throughout the movie without one like Frozen, Cinderella, Beauty & The Beast, Aladdin, etc. It may not seem like much, but with my loss, it’s the only thing I have right now.
My fondest memory of Disney World was when I was seven and I was watching a parade. A float with Prince Charming passed by us and as it did, Prince Charming looked at me, held up the glass slipper and asked “Is this your slipper?” My little heart exploded with happiness because “the real” Prince Charming thought I owned the glass slipper.
I hate the scene where Anastasia & Drizella ravage Cinderella’s homemade dress. I got a second hand prom dress from a social worker and a pack of nasty girls pulled at my dress and ripped sleeves and seams telling me I was too poor and ugly to go to the prom. That scene is very unsettling to me.
The part in Cinderella: Dreams Come True when Cinderella tells Anastasia things had never been easy and life was actually very hard for her, prompted me to seek help for PTSD. In some way what she said made me admit I needed help instead of always pretending everything was fine.
I hate how people treat the old Disney princesses saying that they’re bad role models. People act like they’re worthless because they didn’t travel across the ocean to fight a sea monster or don’t have icy superpowers. Sure, their goal is love but what’s wrong with that? Is it wrong to be stereotypically feminine? Whether you’re a boy or a girl it’s ok to dream about true love and it’s ok to be kind and innocent. I love that we’re teaching kids to be independent, but nothing’s wrong with being a little girly.
I had a crush on the Baker from Cinderella (Anastasia’s boyfriend). Growing up I thought he was more attractive and cute than Prince Charming. And I still do, kinda.
When I first brought my cat Cinderella (Ella for short) home from the pound, she yowled pitifully the whole way home, clearly not liking the car ride – that is, until I started singing the opening theme from the film (“Cinderella, you’re as lovely as your name…”). She stopped crying when I sang, as if she knew I was singing it for her. Until the day she died, she always liked when I sang her that song, and even now when I think of Cinderella the princess, I think of my kitty.
The part where vanellope said she didn’t have a mom and most of the princesses said they didn’t either? I couldn’t help how proud I am that Snow and Cinderella disowned their own abusive step moms like that in front of the big screen. Like, PROPS TO THEM MAN!