Is it a better version of the self, that Cinderella turned into, after she'd fitted those, glass slippers on? Or is it, not?
The glass slippers that turned her into, someone she is, not, she's not delicate like those, princesses who'd been raised in a controlled environment, under close watch of the palaces, oh no, she was, raised as a maid to work her hands to the bones by her stepmother!
this was, the life she's, used to...image from online
The glass slippers that turned her into someone she is, not, but, she'd tried, to become what the glass slippers turned her into, she'd, struggled endlessly, even as her status "rose" to a princess now…she still, got into the habit (like she'd done!) to clean up after her own messes, and, got into the habits of, wiping up the prince's, ASS too…
The glass slippers that turned her into someone she is, not, and, becoming someone she's not, it'd, made her feel, awkward, but, she'd, forced herself, into that, SQUARE hole, being a, round peg…and, no matter how hard she'd, JAMMED herself, into her new life as the princess, she couldn't, and in the end, she'd, become, dissonate, and, became, depressed.
with the glass slippers that don't, fit...photo from online
And, after she got knocked up by the prince, she'd started, her life as a COW, milking, feeding, raising her own young, and the prince turned into that TOAD, leaving her with, all his, TADPOLES to look after…
And now, she sits, every single night, looking up at the moon, wondering: is this what fate had planned for me, all along? Would I have been, better off, without trying on that, glass slipper???
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