Growing up I had a pretty normal obsession with fairy tales. I could sit in my bedroom while mom cooked dinner and get lost in the enchanted world of Beauty and the Beast, Ella Enchanted, and my all time favorite Cinderella. I would spend hours reading and immersing myself in these worlds of make believe while dreaming of the day the beautiful prince would come and rescue me from my tower (2nd story window i kicked the screen out of). I was 7 and truly believed that was how love worked - i had to wait around until i was worthy enough for prince charming to choose me.
i wised up years later when i realized i never needed a knight in shining armor - i just needed his sword.