Last update: 02 November 2016
I'm not a princess, because I don't wear crystal slippers, but mud-stained shoes so that I can jump into puddles for the sole reason of enjoying my freedom. The freedom to do what I do because I want it and not because someone tells me.
I'm not a princess, because my hair in winter looks more like Chewbacca's than Princess Leia's, and I don't mind that. They can say what they want, but the hair keeps you warm. And if they are black, they can also be combined with everything.
I'm not a princess, because when I wake up I have messy hair, froth on my mouth, stained pajamas from menstruation and I know these are all normal. During the night I draw "Picassos" on the pillow, because I never remember taking off my make-up before going to bed.
I'm not a princess, because I don't own any castle, other than the one of dirty clothes that pile up on my chair. I am not a model woman when it comes to my behavior, home, family or hair care. Being a woman does not give you the superpowers necessary to perform all these activities perfectly.
I am not a princess: I am worth much more
I am not a princess or a weapon of mass seduction, because I am not a trivial sexual object who is there to please others. My life isn't about love or just family - I have a job and a more complete life that I can show the world.
I'm not a princess because I live my sex life with freedom, without waiting for a prince charming to conquer me. This sexual freedom does not make me an easy girl or a bad girl, it simply allows me to experience sexuality without complexes or feelings of guilt.
I am not a princess, nor a manipulator obsessed with getting what she wants through the physical, so that men cannot refuse me anything. No: males aren't so dumb as to think only about sex, just as I'm not stupid enough to claim respect for me and then expect them to bend under the weapon of my body.
I'm not a princess and neither are the women around me. I'm an engineer, waiter, soccer player, journalist, I'm tall, short, blondes, brunettes, thin or overweight, but no doubt they are not princesses. They have no blue blood, they have menstrual blood. That red and painful blood that brings mood swings and irritability, which when it does not appear scares us and when it goes away (they call it menopause) it makes us feel bad.
I'm not a princess, because I'm not royal, but royal, and like all royal women, I don't need a prince charming to take care of me. I know perfectly well that principles do not exist, since they too are normal people like me.
You are not a prince charming
I am not a princess and you are not a prince charming. You don't have a white crotch and I don't have a tulle skirt. Just as you are different from your friends, I am different from my friends. For this reason, there is no perfect recipe for seduction: you like one thing, while your friends like another. The same happens between girls.
I am not a princess and there is no instruction book for opening my heart, just as there is no one for opening yours. There is no art of seduction and insisting on a woman is not a winning technique. The insistence on a "no" is harassment; there is no delicacy or sweetness that they hold in front of a "no". That statement must only be respected, it is a removal order.
I am not a princess and you are not a prince charming and at this point I hope you have understood it. And I hope you have also understood that I am the same as you. Princesses look good in fairy tales, you and me have the life to live.
