As a little girl, being your daddy’s princess and watching way too many Disney movies, you grow up to the thought that you will find your long lost love and that you would be both reunited at last; you would dream that your prince charming would come strolling on his white horse to save you […]
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The Warrior in Me..

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As a little girl, being your daddy’s princess and watching way too many Disney movies, you grow up to the thought that you will find your long lost love and that you would be both reunited at last; you would dream that your prince charming would come strolling on his white horse to save you from danger and take you back to his kingdom. I was the child who didn’t fancy “prince charming” or “the beast”, who didn’t want to be like “Belle” nor “snow white”.

Ever since I was a child, I understood that I was a princess, but not just any princess. I was one who didn’t have anything figured out yet, and not everything handed to her.

I knew I was the hero of my own story, and did not need to be saved. I had to fight with all my might to get to where I wanted to be, that I had a warrior in me and that I wasn’t another damsel in distress who needed her prince to get her work done. I had to win on my own, to fight my own battles so I could shine and glisten afterwards. A sword that had to be shaped on its own; which, once it had got cut, forged and smoothed by all hardships, stood high and shone just like Excalibur shining in the stone ready to be picked by he who deserved it most.

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