I’m not a princess because I don’t wear glass shoes, I wear sneakers that are muddy because I got into a puddle just to enjoy my freedom. The freedom that gives me the right to do what I want for fun, not for fun. Think about what others are going to say.
I’m not a princess because when it comes to winter hair, I’m more Chewbacca than Leia and I live it without complexes, the hairs, whatever they say, they get hot, and if they’re black, even with everything!
- I’m not a princess because I wake up with my hair toused.
- The slime stuck in my face.
- The pajamas stained with the rule and understanding that all this is normal.
- Picassos? On my pillow because I don’t remember taking off my makeup before I went to bed.
I am not a princess because I have no castle, except for the dirty laundry that snuggles up in my chair and that one day I can conquer I am a woman, not role model, neither in the behavior nor in the way of caring for a house, a family or a hair, because being a woman does not allow us to do all our homework.
I’m not a princess or a weapon of mass seduction, because I’m not just a sexual object always available to please others. My life is not a love or family story, I have a job and a more fulfilling life than the world can show.
I’m not a princess because I live my sex life freely without waiting for a prince to come and convince me. This sexual freedom doesn’t make me easy or anyone else, but it makes me live my sexuality without complexes or feelings of guilt.
I’m not a princess, I’m not a manipulative obsessed with putting something in my body, so men can’t deny me anything, they’re not as simple as thinking about sex, just as I’m not stupid enough to ask to respect and try to get them to bow to me for my physical appearance.
I am not a princess and neither are the women around me, they are engineers, bederas, footballers or reporters, they are tall, small, blonde or brunette, they are thin or obese, but they are not princesses, they do not have blue blood, only menstrual blood. This red and painful with mood swings and pimples, which when it is delayed scares us, and that when it comes out (called menopause) it hurts us.
I’m not a princess because I don’t belong to royalty, but I’m a real woman, and like all the real women around me, I don’t need a Prince Charming to take care of me, because we know that princes don’t exist. , because they’re also normal people like us.
I’m not a princess or prince charming, you don’t have a white horse and I don’t have a tul skirt, and just as your friends have their differences, so do we, so there’s no perfect recipe for seduction, you like one thing. but your friends love someone else, and among women there is also this difference.
I’m not a princess, and like you, there’s no instruction book to open my heart. Seduction doesn’t exist and insisting on a woman is not the best option. It’s harassment, no delicacy or sweetness that counts in front of a “no,” just a respect or expulsion order.
I’m not a princess, you’re not a Prince Charming either, and at this point I hope you understand that I’m not a princess, but that I’m like you, princesses are for fairy tales, you and me for life.