The Nearly Perfect Princess Fiona
Princess Fiona nearly resembled perfection. She was simple, elegant, beautiful, smart, rich, loving, caring, opinionated, open-minded, and well-mannered. In short, she was a lady of substance. However, despite her great personality, she was not as appealing as the other girls were towards men. These men get easily attracted to women who had heavy make-up, sexy and vulgar dresses, and high-heeled sandals. They didn't seem to notice the simple yet graceful Princess Fiona.
She liked a lot of ideal men from different towns. She loved a number of times as well, but she failed as many times as she loved. It was either the man she loved was in love with someone else, or the man she loved just didn't love her. No matter how ideal she was, no man had attempted to court her, or declared his love for her. No one. Was it because she didn't stand out from all the ladies? Was it because she was not ideal for the men? Was it because she lacked charisma? Maybe. Maybe not.
Princess Fiona was always willing to love a man who would declare his love for her. She always pictured herself with her prince charming since she was thirteen years old. After five years of waiting, nothing came. It was just the same old failure.
She kept on telling herself that getting into an intimate relationship would just ruin her dreams for herself. However, deep down inside, her craving heart screamed for hope that someday, her prince charming would find her and fall in love with her.
Many young men had been courting her friends, but not a single one courted her. Poor Princess Fiona. No matter how many times she told herself that her prince charming would find her someday, the feeling of jealousy towards her friends, and the feeling of insecurity just kept on emerging.
Her friends were always heavily ornamented. They wore suffocating necklaces, chunky earrings, and oversized bracelets. With them, Princess Fiona was hardly noticeable. She was always wearing plain and slightly loose dresses, and short-heeled sandals. She rarely puts make-up on her face; if she does, it looked natural. Whenever she felt the urge to put heavy make-up, wear sexy and vulgar dresses high-heeled shoes, she would stop herself because she knew that it was not her at all.
Whenever jealousy and insecurity ate her, she just held on to her faith that someday, somewhere, a man would come and declare his love for the simple yet fabulous lady named Princess Fiona.