When Perfect Isn't Enough.
Perfect. She hated that word - it crushed her, broke her and left her shattered.
They told her to be perfect; perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect perfect perfect - the perfect princess, the perfect person.
But how can someone be perfect? It's a standard too high to live up to, only he ever allowed her to just be herself, herself was perfect enough for him - flaws and all, but they were always trying to make her be something she wasn't.
She loved to climb trees but her mother had said it wasn't ladylike - certainly not behaviour fit for a princess, and so she had given up the rush she'd feel when she'd reach the top of a tree, as if she had earned the beautiful view before her eyes - she gave it up without a fight, resigning herself to living her life from the ground, all proper posture and no leaves in her hair.
She hated the fancy dresses and annoying tiaras and neat hairstyles - she used to love to run, always in a hurry to get wherev