Adapted Fairytale - Goldilocks and three bears

Everyone heard the story of Goldilocks and the three bears, and everyone thinks that I, Goldilocks, was breaking into the bear’s house, and eating their porridge and breaking their chairs, and sleeping in their beds because I'm a villain, but this simply isn't true.
This is the truthful and honest version of the story, from me, Goldilocks.

One hot summer’s morning I was slowly walking through the green forest wearing my favourite rose coloured sun dress and flower shoes, which complemented by Golden hair and sunkissed complexion perfectly, when suddenly, it started to rain! It was raining in summer time and I didn’t have my raincoat with me. I decided to turn around and go back home, and save my summers walk for a less rainy day, but now that everywhere was covered in puddles and thick rain drops were flying across the sky I couldn’t remember where to go. Then it hit me. Going home mean't walking through town and I couldn't possibly walk through town looking like this, what if someone saw me. Everyone knows and expects me to look clean and perfect all the time, but this rain was making me look like an animal! 
I kept walking down the muddy dirt track in the storm, trying to find some sort of shelter but there was nothing around me that would save me from this disgusting weather. I was just about to give up trying to find somewhere, when a small yellow cottage came into sight.
The small yellow cottage had a twig covered roof, blue shutters on the windows, and a chimney puffing out warm smoke from the fire pit inside. My mum always told me never to go into a strangers house, but if I didn't my hair and my clothes would become so wet and dirty that the name of Goldilocks would be ruined forever. I knocked on the bright red front door. Knock, knock, knock. No answer. I knocked harder. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. The glowing red front door swung open, allowing me and the torrential rain surrounding me to enter the warm, dry cottage. Carefully I stepped inside.
There was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, matching my wild animal appearance, my belly growled like an angry animal with each step. Entering the kitchen, I saw three steaming bowls of entincing porridge. I sat down at the first bowl, the biggest. This was far to much food for me, I was trying to watch my weight, I couldn't possibly get a thigh gap and flat stomach if I ate all that. Moving to the next bowl of porridge, the smallest, I ate it all up, but I was still hungry. So I went to the middle bowl, and ate all that until I couldn't possibly eat anymore.
Now I know that eating one and half bowls of porridge that doesn't belong to me, does seem villan like but I didn't do it to be nasty, I was just hungry and cold and needed something warm and filling to eat before I fainted...or died! Anyone would eat another persons porridge if it was going to keep them alive surely?
After I ate as much porridge as I could physically could consume, I went into the living room to sit by the warm toasty wood fire to dry my once beautiful and clean hair, and my now dirty wet clothes. As I layed down on the sofa, stretching out my slim frame, the sofa collapsed from underneath me. I know I hadn't been to gym for a few weeks but surely I hadn't put on enough weight to break a sofa! Wanting somewhere to lie down after the awful events I just went through, I went in search of a bedroom.
Wandering my way up the wooden staircase, and into the first bedroom I noticed that this was a childs bedroom, with walls that was the colour of a baby chick and white furniture. As soon as I was lying down on the small bed I realised that it was far to short for me, I simply couldn't feel better without a good bed to sleep on. Moving to the next room I decided this was for the mum and dad because there an enormous bed, big enough for 5 people to sleep in. It looked far to cosy and inviting for me not to give it a try. Laying my fragile and delicate head onto the silk pillow I was instantly put under a spell and couldn't bring myself to leave the most comfortable bed I've ever layed on, I was in paradise.
Waking up from my brief nap, feeling fresher and ready to take on the world, I got up and went in search of a piece of paper to write to the owners of this fine house and tell them how grateful I am for there house being here. I wrote "Dear Owners, Thank you very much for leaving your house open whislt you was out. My name is Goldilocks and I was caught in the strom as I was walking through the forest. I came into your house and because I was hungry I ate your porridge, and because I was soaked from the rain I sat by your fire on the sofa and it broke, and because I didn't feel well I slept in your beds. I am feeling much better now, I have left £10 as a token of my grattitude. Thank you so very much. Love Goldi XOX"
The next morning I went into town and I couldn't help but notice that everyone was pointing at me and giving me the most disgraceful looks and then I heard it... I was a villan. And this is why I am now here, in prison explaining my side of the story. I'm not a villan, I was a young girl who felt poorly and needed some shelter from the torrential rain that was surrouding me. I didn't mean any harm but now all I will ever be known for is this huge misunderstanding.