We grow up on fairytales. We grow up believing that Prince Charming is going to come and save us from whatever is holding us back. For Cinderella, it was her evil stepmother and sisters. For Ariel, it was trying to remain human after Ursula double crossed her. Aurora had to have a prince rescue her from Maleficent and kiss her awake, same with Snow White actually. Hercules had to swim into the underworld to save Meg. My point in all these being fairytales teach us to be these damsels in distress waiting for our knight in shining armor to come and save us from whatever evil is there.
Maybe that’s why Belle was always my favorite princess. She was strong, loyal, independent, kind. She didn’t let anyone hold her back and, though she wasn’t necessarily fearless, she was courageous. She wasn’t going to let someone like Gaston or even the Beast try and control her. She knew her worth and what she wanted.
She was different from the rest of the little town she lived in, she wasn’t someone that expected things to be handed to her, neither was she someone that just just blindly followed suit like everyone else – example Gaston, the whole town fawned over him. She saw the truth.
It’s Almost sad, seeing people grow up, still holding onto the notion that fairytales will come true. I’m not saying they don’t exist, modern day fairytales are all around us. I’m just saying we shouldn’t expect them.
In the immortal words of the Cheetah Girls, “I don’t want to be like Cinderella// sitting in a dark, cold, dusty cellar// waiting for somebody// to come and set me free… I rather rescue myself.”
But, hey, if Prince Charming does come along and wants to stick around, I wouldn’t say no.