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I was until recently convinced that my life was a Disney movie. I always identified with Belle the strongest, mostly because I thought I looked like her, but I really wanted to be Ariel or Jasmine. Most of my Disney fantasies have disappeared with age: I no longer think that my tea set will start singing to me or a handsome horse-riding prince will pop out of nowhere and we’ll live happily ever after.