Of fairytales and princes.
Of happily ever afters (or not).
I remember my very first cinematic encounter with an official Disney princess. Her name was Snow White and the year was 1980. Throughout the music (who could forget that high pitched voice) and all that animation, one thing stuck in my head. That I was certainly not going to lay around like a helpless damsel in distress, waiting for my prince to come and set me free. That I’d rather don my own suit of armour, and rescue myself.
I CAN SLAY MY OWN DRAGONS, YO
As you’d probably surmise, I have no love for Snow White. In face, her shrill vocal chords set me on edge and I’m instantly overcome by an animalistic urge to pummel. Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty too are on my
hit list of never-evers.
God help me should the day come that I can no longer fight my own battles.
Shudder. Just shoot me and put me out of my misery when that moment arrives.
Then came Ariel in 1989 and if you suspected that I might be somewhat partial to her (for obvious
hair colour reasons) then you’d be right. And wrong. I adore the little mermaid, and her willingness to sacrifice all in the name of love. I mean, I’ve done it myself. Moved across three continents with nothing but my daughter and two suitcases, to be with the man who holds the key to my heart. And yet, I felt zero affinity with her.
Still on the politically correct trajectory, Disney released Pocahontas in 1992 and Mulan six years later, neither of which appealed to me all that much. Strange, I know. Especially because at the time, I was immensely tanned, with waist length jet black hair parted right down the middle, and often used thick eyeliner as well as dark berry lipstick that made my pout look (almost) as full as Ms Helen Folasade Adu. In fact, I often had little girls staring my way, calling me Pocahontas.
Yes she’s Asian and I was raised in a similar situation although I have to say that my father was a lot more open in his mentality than hers (thank heavens).
I'VE ALWAYS FELT THAT I WAS BORN IN THE WRONG BODY
No, it’s not what you’re thinking GRIN as in I was born in the wrong continent.
My thoughts and my views on life and people have always been extremely non orthodox for an Asian. Long before the term LGBTQ came to be, my closest friends were gays and lesbians. Even from when I was in high school. I found myself bonding and connecting so easily with those who sexual preferences were (at the time) viewed as weird. Abnormal. Perverted, even. And with whom I remain close friends to this day, albeit our communication is now limited to the confines of Facebook since we live so far apart.
Different. Strange. Odd.
I stuck out. Always.
And I don’t think many who called me “different” meant it as a compliment.
That’s why I immediately knew that Belle was my princess spirit animal (even more so now since in the movie, she has a new gay bestie, Lafou, well I’m hoping they’ll become besties although we’ll never know since there’s no sequel planned). In every possible way. We are both dorky. Slightly awkward in social circumstances. Fiercely loyal and independent. Hardcore bookworm. Rebellious. Unconventional and willing to try anything at least once. Brave when the need calls for it. Protective. Loving.
I'D FOUND MY PRINCESS
Join me now in gushing over my fellow Fab 40 females, in their individual interpretations of what it means to be a princess.
Ann, Kremb de la Kremb
I never would’ve put Ann and Princess Stephanie of Monaco together BUT boom baby, it makes so much sense!!! I remember loving the princess’ rebellious spirit and independent nature, and how everything cool she did raised eyebrows, and how I loved it!!
Diane, Fashion On The Fourth Floor
My friend Diane here, genius. Delved into the realm of the telly for her princess inspiration and I shan’t lie, I had to Google the character of Jo Polniaczek from the show Facts Of Life. Feisty and tomboyish, with a heart of gold, albeit somewhat deeply embedded 😛
Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots
I needn’t say more, need I?
Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps
A beautiful nod to Pocahontas which, in this instance, is genealogically accurate as well since Mary has Native American blood coursing through her veins. I love that it’s not costumey either. And with pops of blue to just add that extra, well, pop.
Sam, Fake Fabulous
So if Princess Elsa was in a grunge band, and had the coolest, edgiest vibe possible, and a pixie haircut, this would be her. To an oh so fabulous tee. Sam, you slay.
Veronica, CID Style File
You look amazing, Veronica, in this rendition of Pocahontas. Just stunning.
For this month, I knew with dead certainty I wanted to ask Michelle of Shelbee On The Edge to come be our guest blogger for March.
I’ve long adored and loved this lady for numerous reasons, including her raw honesty and precious ability to so eloquently articulate what I often catch myself thinking. Is it that obvious that my admiration and respect for Michelle leans towards the vast side of things? And it extends across her sartorial choices as well. Today, she’s showing us her idea of Merida. Free-spirited. Tempestuous. Witty. Gentle. Spontaneous. Determined. Loving. That about describes Michelle.
I have a surprise for you!! Although I claim ownership of the theme of fairytale princesses for this month, it was actually Eve who came up with the idea. And it wouldn’t be right for me to not include her in this post 🙂
Does my baby girl not look immaculate? The dress, so majestic yet completely devoid of frou frou. A beautifully practical and practically beautiful gown. The unexpected presence of high tops. The dainty coronet of braids. The stained glass rose necklace. Immaculate.
Red Rose Gown (Willow & Clay) | Lipstick (MJ by Kylie Cosmetics)
And then, there’s me.
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