Alexia is cosplaying

Alexia was 26 and had been cosplaying for nearly a 3 year, but today felt different. This time, she wasn’t dressing up as a warrior or a sci-fi bounty hunter. No, today she was going full classic: Princess Peach.

The pastel pink gown had taken weeks to sew, with layers of tulle and satin swirling perfectly when she spun. She had even found the perfect blue gemstone for the brooch and glued tiny pearls into her gloves. The final touch—a golden crown with red and blue jewels—rested on her head like it had always belonged there.

As she walked into the convention hall, a little girl gasped and tugged at her mom’s sleeve.

“Mommy, it’s Peach!”

Alexia knelt down with a smile. “Hello, princess,” she said softly. “Are you having fun today?”

The little girl nodded, eyes wide with wonder. “Are you waiting for Mario?”

Alexia laughed. “I think he’s running late again.”

Dozens of people asked for photos, and every time she posed with a peace sign or a royal wave, Alexia felt it—not just the fun of dress-up, but the quiet joy of bringing a character to life. For a few hours, she wasn’t a woman juggling work deadlines or searching for parking spots.

She was royalty. She was magic.

She was Princess Peach.

And it felt just right.