I’ve been called almost every name in the book in the last 21 years.
I have been called pretty, beautiful, and smart.
I have been called ugly, fat, and way too short.
I have been called motivated, hard working, and dedicated.
And more often then not, I have been called spoiled, entitled and a princess.
I am a girl who grew up with more than most. I had a massive house, a supportive and very connected family, a pool in my back yard, horses at my finger tips – the list is truly endless.
And all the things that were “handed” to me, came with a long list of rules and responsibilities. (Despite popular opinion and belief).
“You want to swim in the pool? Ok great. Go open and vacuum it first.”
“You want horses? Absolutely. Get your ass out of bed to do stalls and feed them.”
“You want a car? We can help you with that. But good-luck filling the tank every week.”
I got my first job when I was in high school and I put half of my pay cheque into my school fund every single payday.
I work two jobs every summer to try and cover my expenses for post secondary school.
And now, I work during school too. Including ten days in a row, including double shifts, which results in me getting up before the sun and driving an hour multiple times a day.
And I have to tell you guys…
If I am a princess – I am doing it wrong.
I want my castle and my peasants.
My draw bridge and my guard dragon.
107 different rooms with puppies in them all.
I want an endless supply of money, 47 different horses, and lastly I want a pair of binoculars so I can look down at my haters when I am so high above them.
Let me be straight with you guys, being a princess in the 21st century is definitely NOT the same as it used to be. Either Disney is lying to us, or someone needs to buy me a “princess 101 book.”
Because in my world, apparently being a princess means being out of your house from 8 a.m. until 8 p.m. It means being on the road, chasing your dreams, and working your damn ass off to reach your goals that are so close you can taste them. It means setting new goals, taking on another part time job, being out of the house for longer hours and living by a schedule that is planned to the minute so that one day you can turn around and say you made it.
However, it also means having a group of people behind your back praying that you fall.
And it means that this “princess” has her middle fingers up to every single person who talks behind my back and doubts me from afar – lets see what you have to say when I transform into a queen.
But in the mean time, I am accepting and embracing my newest status quo. I am a hard working and motivated princess, who still needs help from people around her, and who isn’t ashamed of the life that I work damn hard to have.
And for the sake of full disclosure, this post is lacking a selfie in my tiara, because it is off being sized.