I am a Princess

… I did not know, but I am a Princess. You never treated me like one and I never demanded my royal treatment, but I am still a Princess. I rarely feel like one, but that takes away not the fact, I am still a Princess.

A beautiful Princess I am, a stunning one indeed. But how do I make myself believe I am one, when I was never told, never treated like one? I must tell myself everyday, every minute I must remind myself. I must behave like one, I must think like one, I must train myself, I must school myself to be that which I am already.

I am a rich beautiful Princess, but no one told me I am rich, no one treated me like a rich beautiful Princess. So I did not know I am rich, I did not behave rich, I did not think rich. I behave poor, I think poor. I had a poor person’s outlook, but I am a rich beautiful Princess. My core feels poor, my being feels poor, but I am a rich beautiful Princess. How do I convince myself I am a rich beautiful Princess? I must tell myself over and over again, I must remind myself over and over again. I must unlearn the ways of a poor person. I must embrace the life of a rich beautiful Princess. But I don’t feel comfortable amongst wealth! I am still a rich beautiful Princess irrespective of my level of comfort. I am what I am, not what I think or what I feel. I am what is true. The truth is that I am a rich beautiful Princess.

I am a free rich beautiful Princess. I am not a slave. How can I be? I am truly free in every way, but why do I feel otherwise? Because someone told me that I am not free and I believed! I am truly free and the world is my oyster. Why do I tread like a stranger, like an alien, like a prisoner, like an outsider, like an imposter in the world, when the world is my palace?because someone told my otherwise and I believe. I must believe the truth, I must tell myself the truth, I must live and walk the truth, because I am truly a free, rich beautiful Princess. Princess is who I am, not who I ascribe to be. I am already. I must remind myself, I really must!

I am a strong, healthy, free, rich beautiful Princess. But why do I free so weak and tired? Why do I feel worn and drained? I am regal, elegant and strong. I must be what I am. What I am I must be. I must reach deeper and be what lies beneath what I have accepted. I must shed the dross, I must reveal the truth that I am. I must scrub off the dirt, I must remove the weakness, I must take off the slack, I must take off the dead skin. Who I am not I must not accept. Who I am I must be!

I am a strong, healthy, free rich beautiful princess.

I am a Princess!