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Broken tiaras and torn tutus


As a woman I've learned so much in my 1/4 century that I've been in this complicated yet beautiful world!

You start from being this sweet little girl that dreams of being a pretty little princess clad in purple or pink tutus accented with a huge a Cinderella bow and topped up by a diamond tiara.

You are obsessed with tea parties, fairies and everything is sunshine and rain bows.
Life is at its finest, until enter puberty!

All you think about now is how dreamy the boy is in the romantic novel.
How you can't wait to have your real first kiss!
Everything is oh-so-lala- land fantasy until your first love breaks your heart and then something changes.

The romantic fairytale your mother warned you would burn you when you're a teenager, comes crumbling down!

Enter 21 and you're probably long wide eyed from experiences of barely any heartbreaks but enough!
You're healed and ready to go again. Love, hurt, heal repeat is the motto.

Then comes more complicated real love experiences you've heard from older friends and relatives!

By the time you're 25 and over you've seen quite a bit and a lot has changed!
You probably wish you'd go back to that girl that saw that boy as a spell bound frog ready to be kissed into prince charming.

Interestingly through all that pain and naivety, the focus becomes more on being more forgiving and understanding because society has said "let boys be boys".
The concept of forgiveness is very child like and almost forced on you by society and peers!

Consequently, we grow bitter and instead start to cut off our friends, family and colleagues!
Moreover for the very little or big mistakes they've made even after years or months of taking mental abuse from this spell bound frog that only needs enough kissing for a lifetime before you run off in the sunset to live happily never after!

In the end, we forget how important forgiveness is outside of what true unconditional love is: from family and real friends!

We are quick to forgive those that never forgave us even for the slightest mistakes we made despite the fact that we were younger and God forbid, human!

Yet we'll still forgive them before family! And still, we'll continue to run back to family once we are burnt for the a millionth time!
And they'll take us back in each time!

Jada Pinkett once said real love cannot exist with ego and lack of forgiveness!
Forgive those who deserve it more quickly  for that's where unconditional love dwells!

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