Once upon a time I was a beautiful princess.
But this morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror, I only saw a witch.
It’s funny how time changes things. I am neither pretty, nor delicate. Maybe I never was. We cling to fragments of realities long gone, because a fictional past is so much more appealing.
In truth, I probably never was that princess, because I could never be something so pristine. It’s time I accept my role as a witch.
Even if I hate her, she is me.