Princess.
Ain't it funny how I wanted to be a princess when I was a little but failed miserably?
I always dreamed of being wrapped in a shimerring gown with matching heels, to be the perfect daughter and have a tiara on the top of my head. I used to think that a princess needs to wait for her knight in shining armor who's always ready to save her from filth and an evil step mother.
A princess must wear pretty clothes' they say, so I did.
'A princess must be elegant' they say, so I restrained myself.
'A princess must wait for her knight in shining armor' they say, so I did.
I listened and lived to a countless 'A princess should be...' for years and years. I did everything I was taught to but I grew tired. I realized how wrong I was to keep listening to the voices dictating how I should live my life so I shut them out and listened to me.
'A princess must wear pretty clothes' they say, but I wanted to wear myself.
'A princess must be elegant' they say, but I am not.
'A princess must wait for her knight in shining armor' they say, but I don't want to.
They said I was insolent, that I am not a cut-out to be a princess, so I decided to do one thing I was dying to do; I decided to live as me.
I refuse to be confined in other's standards of beauty.
I refuse to be tamed and lose my instincts.
I refuse to be a damsel in distress.
I refuse to be saved by a knight in shining armor for I am, and will always be my own knight in shining armor.
Ain't it funny how I refuse to be the princess I always wanted to be?
