Dear Mother,
You taught me everything I know about makeup and clothes, sewing and housework. Everything a princess needs to get a prince.
But there is so much more than that.
You've forced me to starve, saying beauty is pain. I starved myself until my ribs stuck out of my skin. My collarbone stood out far too much. My hip bones jutting out. And yet you said I wasn't thin enough. I tried, Mother. I tried to please you. But I was never good enough. Never thin enough. Starving isn't the answer. I know that now.
Acting dumb and not learning anything outside of being a princess is really not the way to go. I've discovered I love to learn new things and I'm doing really well in school now. Life is so much better if you live and learn!
"Makeup is a mask," you used to say. "Hide all your flaws under it so they can only see the beautiful side." But flaws are so much better than being perfect. Being perfect is boring and impossible to achieve. And so I've learned flaws make us who we are. And I wouldn't change any of mine for the world.
I love you, Mother. Even if you never really loved me. I forgive you for everything you put me through. Because I'm so much stronger now. And I'm ready to face anything.
Much love,
Evie
Please review. -FlatFox