Don’t Treat Me Like a Princess

I am not royalty. I wasn’t born into a rich family, and subsequently I was not privileged. We struggled to get by for most of my childhood, which meant that birthday and Christmas money often went towards putting food on the table or getting the water turned back on. It wasn’t abnormal for us to have to miss school because we didn’t have lunches to take with us, and we didn’t want CPS to take us away. Like I said, I’m not royalty.


Don’t Treat Me Like a Princess



I have done more favors than I have had favors done for, for me, never expecting anything in return. I don’t accept handouts and I have difficulty even accepting help because of how I was brought up. I’ve always taken care of myself and the people around me, because I’m not privileged.


I am not delicate. I have worked since my youth and I have had many jobs. I have worked for 10 days straight; I’ve worked hundreds of extra hours; I have had more than one job at once. I have shoveled horse shit with a baby strapped to my chest for a pay check.


I am not a princess


Don’t Treat Me Like a Princess


I’m not the kind of girl who expects a man to pay for everything, to prove his affections for me with dinners, flowers, and materials. I make my own money for a reason. I’m not the kind of girl who is enamored with pearls and diamond earrings. To me they’re just sparkling rocks. You don’t have to go out of your way to buy me things, to impress me; I don’t need to be taken on expensive dates and have you dote on my every desire. I don’t need you to make six figures, I don’t expect you to have a fancy car, I don’t expect you to wear high end clothing and have a damn rolex watch for me to consider you worth my time. I don’t expect you to bend over backwards to make me happy; you don’t have to open every door, carry every grocery bag, put every piece of furniture we own together by yourself or sacrifice your friends and hobbies to focus all of your attention on me.


I don’t care about any of that crap


What I value is love. Connection. Having a best friend I can mess the sheets up with who won’t take it easy on me when we play Mortal Kombat. I don’t need you to make a certain amount of money; we just need to be able to be stable some day. I don’t need you to build us a dream house with a white picket fence; an apartment is fine. I don’t need flowers, chocolates or jewelry; I just need you to be considerate, tell me I’m beautiful and awesome and then pick up some takeout when we’re both too tired to cook. I’ll pay half of the cost.



All I need is to know that you love me; you don’t have to sacrifice everything to prove to me that you do, hearing it and seeing it in small gestures is enough.



Don’t Treat Me Like a Princess



I’m not looking for a prince, a knight in shining armor, or a sugar daddy. I’m looking for a partner in crime to share the weight of the world with, along with all of love and affection, which only has the “price tag” of wanting the same in return.



I’m not a princess, don’t treat me like one because I’ll never be one and I don’t want to be one. I’ve worked too hard, sweat too much and fought too hard to be treated like a princess.






... But some people are just meant to be a princess. Have a good weekend, guys. #noshadeforprincesses

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