I call them self-portraits. Frida Kahlo never apologized.
Once upon a time, a woman graduated college and had a degree she was happy with and proud of, and she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life. But she had wonderful friends and family and a relationship that made her very happy (even though she knew having a man wasn't the most important thing - more like a bonus thing) and one day thought maybe she'd get a pet. In the meantime, she imagined different potential future lives while baking brownies. She always licked the spoon and beaters.
Once upon a time a single woman lost her job just days before her 30th birthday. She took an appropriate amount of time to feel sorry for herself before saying "Screw it all!" and moving to South America. 8 months later she still doesn't speak Spanish very well but she has a great paying job, a lovely group of friends and very much enjoys living in this new country. Oh, and she also met an awesome man who tells her how amazing she is every day. The end.
Once Upon A Time a girl went to school and worked very hard for seven years and then got a job that was interesting and fufilling. She had an amazing group of friends and family who filled her life with joy and support, she got to travel and do interesting things. And no one made her feel weird and defective for not having a boyfriend.
Once upon a time, there were some people whose gender wasn't always obvious to other people who'd just met them for the first time. So the people they met simply asked what pronoun they preferred when the question seemed appropriate, and occasionally complimented them on that awesome asymmetrical haircut or that cute pinstriped vest. Sometimes small children would seem a bit confused upon meeting these people, but parents would simply explain "Honey, not everyone has to be a boy or a girl, everyone can dress however they like, and nobody has to explain themselves to others right away." This made perfect sense and shocked absolutely nobody. The End.
Once upon a time a girl read fairy tale number two and didn't feel bad about feeling like that is something she hopes happens to her. The end.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman and a slightly-older man, who dated for awhile, but had a really horrific breakup. She moved away to a new city, grad school and a large pool of online-dating prospects, and told him she never wanted to hear from him again. He respected that wish and took time to work on his own demons. The end.
Once upon a time there was a woman who realized that it is okay to stay home by herself at night and watch movies and bake cookies and do this even on the weekends if she wants to.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who made choices based solely on what she thought would be best for her and not based on societal pressures or what others might think, and she found this made her happiest of all.
The End (or just the beginning?????)
Once there were a man and a woman who got married and had a baby. But they realized that their marriage just wasn't working out, so they got divorced. They worked very hard to co-parent their child even when they didn't exactly agree on every little decision, but they made sure that their child had a good and happy childhood and got to spend time with each of them. Neither of them ever badmouthed the other in front of the child, even when things were difficult. They attended their child's college graduation together, along with each of their new partners, and made civil, polite conversation over glasses of champagne, and proposed a toast to each other and their wonderful offspring. The end.