Snow White is… Snow White.
It’s been an amazing year and some of rediscovring just how much I love Disney and what a presence it’s magic has been in my entire life. Snow White was the first princess my mother introduced me to when I was a little girl. She’s always been my number one favorite. I switch up who I favor here and there, depending on my moods and such, but she’s always been the favorite. Even when I was a bratty I-hate-everything snot of a tweenager that girl has been my pick. Ask anyone that knows me, I LOVE Snow White (and Queen Grimhilde but that’s a story for another day). Every year, my best friend and I pick a theme for our shared holiday birthday. She is the Belle to my Snow, so naturally we went with the Disney Princesses this year. We chose to dress up, following in the same fashion of our 2012 birthday 80s theme. I’d also just discovered Disney’s designer collection, and big surprise, I picked Designer Snow White. And with Halloween looming ahead of our birthday, as well as a planned trip to Mickey’s Halloween Party, I decided why not finish my costume early and wear it to Disneyland? Wouldn’t that be fun? And oh, it was. But it was also at times disenheartening. And, not because of trying to find pieces that I needed, or getting things made right and in time, but because of the responses I got.
The Disney Princess line is huge. Everyone knows who they are, even if they don’t like them. My generation grew up with Ariel, Belle Jasmine and Pokahontas. The princesses are everywhere. They even have their own marathon at WDW! So, why was it such a surprise that a black girl likes Snow White so much she wants to be her for Halloween? I did a lot of hunting around vintage shops and costume stores for pieces I could work into my costume (I have zero sewing talent. I am trying to learn), and I can’t count how many blank stares or off the wall comments about my choice. The people that assisted me were entirely supportive, and I thank them so much for that, because outside of my select group of friends, and the Castmembers at Disneyland, that’s all I got. Everyone else just didn’t understand that I could be, rather wanted to be, Snow White. I was scoffed at, stared at, laughed at… all because I wanted to be my favorite princess. I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes as I type this, because even though it was months ago, I still feel the humiliation. For a while, I wanted to just give up.
I am so glad I didn’t. Because my costume turned out wonderfully. All of my hard work paid off and I got to be my favorite princess at Disneyland. I even got to meet my princess and hug her and tell her how much I have loved her since I was a little girl, and how that moment was such a dream come true for me. She hugged me back and let me hold her hand, and gush and babble and it was all ok. I’ve never been one to care what others think, and even though some of that meanness of others got to me, in that moment and after, I no longer cared. I had done what I set out to do.
And, at the end of that night, Jack Skellington found me and bowed to me, stating I was one of the most darling princessed he’d ever seen.
much respect to this girl.