Words have power "A self-love story"

As the sun began to rise, Beauty woke from her slumber. She smiled and stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin. Her clothes lay scattered around her, and she decided to take a walk in the city.

The city was bustling with activity as people hustled to get to work or shop. Beauty walked past store windows and took in the sight of the pretty things people would buy. But as she walked, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease in her heart. People didn't have any respect for each other. They looked down on others and it made Beauty sad.

As she continued her walk, Beauty noticed a young girl sitting on a bench. The girl looked down and appeared to be crying. Beauty stopped and sat next to her.

"Hi, what's wrong?" Beauty asked, smiling to the little girl.

"My mommy is sick and she doesn't want to leave her bed," the girl sniffled.

Beauty felt a pang of sadness for the little girl. She knew how it felt to lose someone you loved.

"I know how you feel," Beauty said gently. "Sometimes, it's hard to think about anything else when something like this happens. But you have to find a way to keep going, to keep your mommy company."

The little girl nodded her head, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"What are your plans for today?" Beauty asked, changing the subject to give the little girl some comfort.

"I'm going to see my dollies," the little girl said, pulling a cardboard box filled with her dolls out of her bag.

"That sounds lovely," Beauty said, smiling at the little girl. "What are your dollies like?"

The little girl's face lit up as she told Beauty about her favorite dolls and how they all got along. Beauty listened intently, feeling a sense of connection to the little girl.

As the sun began to set, Beauty realized the little girl would be home soon. She decided to take her on a walk around the city, showing her some of the sights.

They walked for a while, and then they found themselves at the edge of a river. The little girl's face was filled with wonder as Beauty took her hand and led her down to the water's edge.

Beauty took off her shoes and socks and dipped her toes into the cool water. The little girl giggled and splashed around, trying to catch some fish.

As the sun began to set, Beauty and the little girl made their way back through the city. They passed by shop windows, and Beauty could see the luxury items people would buy. But as she walked, she felt a pang of sadness. She wanted to help people live a better life, to make their life better, but she couldn't do that as a glorified slave.

As they walked, Beauty felt the presence of someone behind her. She turned around and smiled at the little girl.

"Who are you?" Beauty asked, recognizing the girl's voice.

"My name is Luna," the little girl said, grinning up at Beauty.

"How did you find us?" Beauty asked, curious.

"I was looking for you," Luna said, looking at Beauty. "I needed to tell you something."

"What is it?" Beauty asked, curious.

"I saw you talking to that little girl, and I knew you were worried about her," Luna said, smiling. "I knew you were our Queen, and that made me happy. You're a good Queen."

Beauty felt a wave of happiness wash over her. She smiled at the little girl and nodded her head.

"Thank you," Beauty said, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart. "I don't know if I can be a good Queen. It's not in my nature to help people."

"You can," Luna said, placing a hand on Beauty's arm. "You can be a great Queen. You just have to believe in yourself and in others."

Beauty nodded her head, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. She smiled at the little girl and promised to keep her mother company.

As the sun began to set, Beauty and Luna said their goodbyes and continued walking through the city. Beauty felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, knowing she had helped the little girl's mother. Even if it wasn't much, it was something.

As she walked back to her apartment, Beauty couldn't help but feel grateful for the little girl's words. She knew she was going to keep them close to her heart and work hard to be a great Queen.

And as she lay down in her bed, Beauty smiled, feeling content in her own skin. She knew she could make a difference, but she also knew that it would take a lot of hard work, love, and belief to do so.