When the clock struck midnight, Cinderella’s dress turned back into a maid’s uniform, her carriage turned back into a pumpkin, and the horses into rats. But for some reason, her shoes remained intact — even though one of them had fallen off her foot.
What bothers me is that when the prince tried to find the owner of the glass shoe, no one in the entire town fit it perfectly. It’s as if Cinderella had a one-of-a-kind foot size that matched no one else. What’s even more disturbing is that her stepsisters nipped their toes just to fit into the shoe — because, well, true love and Prince Charming might really be worth the pain.
In the real world, there are real Cinderellas — those favored by the universe, with love crawling to them on its knees, those whose luck in love is unparalleled.
And then there’s my kind: the modern-day stepsister, willing to nip her toes, to bleed, willing to remove parts of herself just to fit a shoe that was never meant for her.
Because for her, true love requires a certain level of sacrifice — one that she believes will be worth it in the end, because she has learned that love must come with pain to be felt deeply, to be real.
She is willing to do anything, just once, to be chosen — not knowing yet that the real kind of love, the love she deserves, comes with peace. A peace so tangible it can be felt in every inch of her body.
A love that transcends social norms and expectations — a love so free she does not have to beg for it, a love so calm she can see her real self reflected in its waters.
I want that kind of love — a love that comes naturally, a love that doesn’t demand I change myself just to be worthy of it. I want to be desired, to be someone's dream, to be someone's inspiration, I want to be someone's breath, someone's reason to wake up in the morning and I want to be yearned for excruciatingly.
But I am a modern-day stepsister, and in my reality, I am not afforded that luxury.
Still, in my heart, a tiny hope remains — that the love I deserve will find its way to me, effortlessly, unpretentiously, and willingly. After all, even the supporting cast deserves to be loved, right?
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