Catherine 'Kate' Middleton. I love her, I hate her, I envy her, I gaze at her figure with sheer awe. Well, I did until she did the whole skinny wedding thing.. but before that, if in a picture I could have cut my head off and placed it over hers, that'd be the figure I wanted. However, I digress. Let's go back to the fact that I envy her and I love her and I (don't really) hate her (at all).
So, in 1982, did M. and C. Middleton think "I wonder if this baby will one day be the Queen of this country?" I doubt it. But in 1982, when I was not cognitively able even understand the words 'Queen, England, or baby', I knew that I would be where Catherine is now. It's now, and she's there. I'm here, currently unemployed, bored, overweight, Prince-less, etc.
I have been 'that girl.' The one who openly shares how much I love the British Royal Family, the one who 15 years ago, was posting on Prince William chat rooms, having strangers hiding behind screen names say things like 'you are so nice, you WILL marry Prince William!' Talk about an ego-booster. So, for the past eight or nine years, I've watched in envy. I've watched their pictures with the following not-so-slightly neurotic feelings:
'aww cute couple, hate her, love him'
'Princess Diana was my idol and I wish I could be half as gorgeous as she was.'
'wow, they look serious, but she's a commoner! I am of Royal and peerage lineage!'
'I'm so jealous of that awesome vacation they're on'
'I WANT TO GO SKIING AT KLOSTERS!'
'I wish I was that rich.'
'she looks so good in a bikini, why don't I look like that in a bikini?!'
'I bet that I'd be more philanthropic than she is.'
'She doesn't even have a job!'
'I wonder if I could start a party business and make millions?'
'They broke up? They're back together? My chance was over in an instant!'
'she has such a good fashion style, why don't people size 24-US look that good?' (I kind of always knew that answer)
'I wonder if Prince Harry is single?'
My dreamer side has always been ready to inherit a crown, has been ready to bow to anyone who requires it, and has been awaiting Prince William to hop a plane and bippity-boppity-boop, we ride happily into the sunset in a horse-drawn carriage.
The logical side of me has always known the truth and has always thought my 'dreamer' side to be slightly neurotic. But, I still feel a little bit sad. Here I am, unemployed in my late 20s, sitting around filling out applications, while two days from now a very lucky Catherine Middleton will have an extremely long wedding day, inherit a title and all of the luxury that goes with it. The internal monologues / arguments will continue.
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