It’s not the power of the curse, it’s the power you give the curse.
This. All the awards for Penelope. Here’s a fairy tale about a girl cursed at birth with a huge flaw in her genetics: the nose of a pig. Forced to grow up hidden away in her home, with a mother who scared her from ever entering the outside world, in fear of people cringing at her face and ridiculing her. She spends her whole life being told by her family that the only way to break the curse is to marry a man, for only another’s acceptance of her face would break the spell. But in the end, she runs away from her wedding, realizing that she doesn’t want to enter a loveless marriage just to break a curse she was born with. She doesn’t need a man to cure her, because she’s perfectly fine exactly the way she is. She finally accepts herself and loves herself for who she is, flaws and all. And that, my friends, is how the curse gets broken. Not by a man, not by true love. But by loving and accepting herself. Ugh, absolute perfection.
Max. I know this face repulses you and I wouldn’t dream of asking you to accept it. But this isn’t me. The real me is inside here somewhere just waiting to get out. And you can make that happen. Once the curse is broken I’ll be just like anybody else.
it’s not the power of the curse, it’s the power you give the curse.