PSSST, SHE’S PRINCESS MATERIAL
When I was a little girl I thought I would grow up to be a princess but in retrospect I realize this was more my mother ‘s dream than mine. It also became clear that she was the only one who thought I was princess material. My brothers and sisters were repulsed by the notion of ‘me as princess’ and actively discouraged it with various techniques known to families as ‘sibling torture’. This was enough to convince me to pursue another course so I chose the next best thing to princess which was that I would become a ‘stewardess’. The position seemed to have a kind of elegant gravitas that I was drawn to and my mother told me it was almost the same thing as being part of the ‘jetset’ as she called it.
SERVING OTHERS WAS NOT SUITED TO MY DISPOSITION
But then reality set in and I realized that being a stewardess required flying and serving others neither of which suited my disposition. I suffered from terrible motion sickness and preferred being served rather than serving.
SHE’S GOING TO BE A MOVIE STAR!
So I set my sights with my mother’s approval on becoming a ‘dancer/actress/ movie star’. Why not?. I enrolled in ballet class, took theatre in high school and auditioned for every theatre production possible.But the best laid plans are often put to rest when no real talent exists and when Mrs. Gigg’s, my ballet teacher, sunk her treacherous, spidery hands into my ample waistline and declared (loudly) to the class that I was ‘doughy’., my dreams flew out the window.So I picked myself off the floor and eagerly set my sites on the role of ‘serious actress’. Continue reading