Once upon a time a beautiful white comatose princess presumed dead lay in the woods in a clear coffin surrounded by her faithful friends she had all but mesmerized by her beauty and her kindness. One day came a handsome stranger, a prince in fact, she had met only once in life. He had sung one song with the princess, and had been mesmerized by her ever since. Even though she was as white as snow, he kissed her lips and happily ever after. I would not have described this princess this way when I was younger. Before, I was dazzled by the colors and joy these characters found in life, even though it was not reality. But, what child has not wanted to be a part of the magical and dangerous world of the princes and princesses of Disney? There are
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This time was a time of change for many including myself, even though none of the princesses resembled me yet. The contrast between the princesses and I was poisoning my self-esteem and self-worth. From 1999 to 2007, I grew up watching Disney movies and wanted to be one. But, the princesses were always a different race or a different color skin tone. I kept telling myself I couldn’t be a princess because I wasn’t as pretty as the ones they showed on TV or in movies. I remember going Halloween costume shopping when I was a young girl. My mother suggested I be a princess. I told her no immediately because I was not as kind and pretty as the girls they showed in the movies. Other girls who did look like princesses to me, they wore the costumes on Halloween because they looked like them more than I did. I decided to be a bumble bee instead. I never thought anything of it until I got older; I was effected by Disney when it came to how I looked and dressed. I never like my natural hair or my skin or even other African American children at a young age. I was a racist and did not even know it! A young girl should never feel this way about herself. But, this was orthodox in that time to shame others of another race. Some would compare it to patriotism, but it is just
This time was a time of change for many including myself, even though none of the princesses resembled me yet. The contrast between the princesses and I was poisoning my self-esteem and self-worth. From 1999 to 2007, I grew up watching Disney movies and wanted to be one. But, the princesses were always a different race or a different color skin tone. I kept telling myself I couldn’t be a princess because I wasn’t as pretty as the ones they showed on TV or in movies. I remember going Halloween costume shopping when I was a young girl. My mother suggested I be a princess. I told her no immediately because I was not as kind and pretty as the girls they showed in the movies. Other girls who did look like princesses to me, they wore the costumes on Halloween because they looked like them more than I did. I decided to be a bumble bee instead. I never thought anything of it until I got older; I was effected by Disney when it came to how I looked and dressed. I never like my natural hair or my skin or even other African American children at a young age. I was a racist and did not even know it! A young girl should never feel this way about herself. But, this was orthodox in that time to shame others of another race. Some would compare it to patriotism, but it is just