I love Disney. I think I love Disney probably more than I love cheesecake which, as I’m sure you can imagine, I have a lot of love for. I was raised on Disney films and my favourites tended to be the ones with a higher animal character to human character ration.But today I was thinking: what could I take as life lessons from Disney princesses today? And this is what I came up with.
Everybody can sing.
Even the baker, your dad and maybe the mouse that lives in your kitchen since he learnt to sing from the fork. Also, everybody knows the lyrics to the song you’re about to sing about your life. Unfortunately I think I have a different lyric book to the world as so far any of my public singing has just resulted in odd stares. It probably doesn’t help that I’m not dancing at the same time.
No matter what you do, be it fall of a horse, come out of the sea or have your dress ripped to shreds by your evil stepsisters, your hair will always look amazing.
This is probably why I am always unhappy with my frustating excuse for hair. I still half-expect it to look blow dried and healthy at the end of the day when I have sweated off my make up and made my hair greasy from touching it so much due to my indecision at having it in a pony or free and happy. Yes, I am that attractive. Calm down.
Happily ever after exists with only a little strife at the very start of your life (because most princesses were 16 in my day).
I use strife lightly here because that strife tends to be someone trying to kill you which, you know, is probably a tougher experience than most 116-year-olds experience. But still after that, I always got the impression that everything was going to be hunky dory since the bad guy was dead and she had got what she wanted (which was usually a man but that’s a whole other issue). Maybe this is why I feel like my life is over when we don’t have enough salami in the fridge for me to make a sandwich.
You can fall in love in less than 24 hours.
Cinderella and Snow White are the guilty ones here and when I was young I imagined love hitting me hard on the head so that there was no doubt of feelings. In hindsight that sounds painful and love wasn’t like that at all for me. It was more like the central heating in a house (crazy romantic I know), where it slowly but surely sneaks up on you and before you know it, the house is warm. But still, I learnt not to settle without some sort of butterflies straight away. (I just blushed at admitting to butterflies, I am officially a loser).