Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo. And with a wave of her magic wand, the fairy godmother transforms Cinderella, the lowly servant of her stepmother and stepsisters, into the belle of the ball and the beloved of Prince Charming. But there are rules: if you don’t get home from the ball by midnight, your gorgeous gown turns back into dirty rags and your handsome coach turns back into a pumpkin. But somehow you have managed to hold onto the glass slipper—a reminder that the “real” you is actually a sparkling star.
I’m not really promoting a Disney princess as an ideal you should be trying to emulate, but it’s interesting how fairy tales so often mimic deep spiritual truths.