There was no ball.
No fairy godmother.
No midnight magic.
Raised between divorcing parents and then forced under the cruel reign of a stepmother and her family, one girl became invisible - her laughter muted, her voice forbidden. Food became control, blades became release, and perfection became a mask she was forced to wear.
The broken slipper is all that remains - its shards sharp but still reflecting the light of a spirit that faded yet refused to die.
(Note: Based on actual life events)
Chapter 9 - Reflection Cracked
The mirror showed a stranger, dressed in clothes that never truly felt like mine.
I stopped trusting mirrors. They weren't neutral - they repeated everything I had been told. When I looked at my reflection, I didn't see myself. I saw the words they had carved into me. Pig. Worthless. Unwanted.
It didn't matter that I wasn't overweight, that I was the right size ...