what's her favorite disney movie, and why?? // hope everythings ok bb //
YOUR MOTHER NEVER ALLOWS YOU TO WATCH DISNEY. Television is for children with free time, children who don’t spend hours at a preparatory school before being sent to music lessons or fencing lessons or ballet lessons. Fridays and weekends consisting of fencing competitions and practice; Tuesdays and Thursdays were music and Mondays and Wednesdays were, of course, ballet. Always, you practiced until your fingers bled, your legs giving out - your mother would always snatch you by your sunlight spun hair, dragging you off to the bathroom, snarling that you were making a fool of her. – You, young and desperate to please your mother, worked until your body would give out.
Your first introduction to the films comes from your babysitter; one of many, whose name you’ve long forgotten, with short dark hair and glasses. She brings dvds to your house after her third night, after realising that your mother only ever let you watch documentaries, political and scientific media. She smiles at you as she pulls you to her on the couch, brushing wild hair as the film starts. Your heart soars; she is beautiful, dark hair and ruby red lips. “Who is she?” You hear yourself ask, leaning forward. “Her name’s Snow White.” The college student replies, smiling slightly. “I want to look like her.”
She promises to bring a film you’d really like the next time she comes; yet, the next time she comes, she opens the door to find you, weeping on the stairs, holding small hands over a crimson handprint on your cheek, your mother redfaced and screaming. You never see her again.
(When you’re older, you wonder why child protective services never came; but you remember then, how much your mother earned, how she’d gotten away with the murder of your father and you don’t wonder as much.)
When you’re ten, another babysitter comes. She brings Cinderella, dancing around the room with your baby sister, keeping her from being upset and crying. You’re entranced by the film and cry at the end of it, wiping your tears and blubbering that you want a prince like that. You want someone to take you to a castle and make you into a queen. Your babysitter scoops you up and holds you to her chest, telling you the story of how she met her husband.
That one becomes your favourite; you memorize it, all the songs, playing them on your cello. It makes your heart race, thinking about how one day, you’ll have that same ending, that someone will come take you away from your wicked mother and give you a castle and a crown.
When you’re older, you fall in love with Maleficent. You want to be her; Sleeping Beauty becomes your favourite, followed by the Little Mermaid. But still, Cinderella has it’s special place in your heart.
