I want to tell her that I’ve walked a thousand miles in her shoes and I know better than anyone that the shoes are too tight and pinch your feet and have broken glass on the inside. These shoes are Cinderella’s shoes when you are the wicked stepsister, only wanting a life of glamour and respite. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to marry the prince to be happy, that she deserves better. I want to tell her that the prince is the wicked one, forcing every maiden in the land to try these corroded shoes onto their feet.
But I bite my tongue, because we can’t all get what we want.
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