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Disney Princess Research Paper

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Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess in a castle in a faraway land. This little girl was beloved by all her people in the kingdom, for she had a kindness that was rarely possessed in her world. Her life was perfect. The little girl had two loving parents, a castle so big that every day she discovered a different room, an endless supply of food, and a closet full of beautiful gowns. She was an innocent little girl that thought she understood the world. That little girl was me.
I was tall for my age. I had long curly hair with blonde highlights woven through my dark brown hair, and large twinkling bright eyes. My eyes were beautiful and were never the same. One day then color of my eyes would shine green and the next day they would …show more content…

I would spend most of my days singing and dancing at the top of my lungs to my Disney princess CD. Because I was a princess like the ones I was singing with on my CD I would dress in a flowing green and blue Ariel gown with blue Cinderella plastic high heels that I would constantly trip in. My imagination would always take me on a new magical adventure every day.
In my mind I lived in a world where I was a princess, I had a prince, and I lived in a huge beautiful castle full of riches. In the kingdom I lived in the sun was always shining, and birds would chirp a new song every day. For a moment I Iived and acted like a child, but when I left my room reality hit.
I would leave my room and would walk right into a scary war. There was constant screaming, yelling, and crying. When there was silence the air was cold and bitter and I always had to look over my shoulder. I always took advantage of being little because I could sneak around the tall frightening giants. Every time I left my room I would have to adapt to my scenario and become more …show more content…

While my parents were always caught up in the war my brothers and I were left to take care of ourselves. I had to teach them what was right and what was wrong based on the situation I was stuck in. To my brothers and me unhealthy relationships were normal to us. Abuse was just an everyday thing. By ourselves we had to learn to tell the difference between healthy from unhealthy and good from evil.
My life came to a point where not even my imagination could protect me. I lost my ability to get lost in a book or tale. My room was not much protection either; every time I closed my door the world busted in with news of a new misfortune or loss of something that had once put a smile on my face.
By the time I was ten I was trapped and all caught up in everything going on around me. I felt like a fish trapped in a net, and as much as it struggled could not get out of the net. As I got older things just got worse and worse and it felt like there was no

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