Snow White

Dear Snow White,

I hate you. How could anyone not hate someone as perfect and porcelain as you? You live in the forest with a bunch of awesome short guys who work in a DIAMOND mine. The animals adore your gentle spirit and follow you around. You fall asleep in a glass coffin, still looking as beautiful as ever, even though you are dead. And then, randomly, a prince comes along and wakes you. You both fall in love and frolic together in the forest. And you remain friends with the dwarfs and the animals. You sing beautifully. You don't concern yourself with diets and fashion. You are who I wish I could be, and I hate you, because a world where I could be you does not exist.

Enviously,

Hannah