Because they forced us.
Because, since we were little, they put crowns, tulle dresses, and clothes that did not allow us to play, because we could not stain them. We were told "What a beautiful girl" so many times, that we believed it was what mattered.
And we were pumped with daily doses of Prince Charming, and so we became love junkies and learned to need it to live.
Princesses are beautiful, scared, and fall in love with the first one who saves them. And the second, and the third. And they wait, locked in their tower, doing nothing to escape from it.
And we learned to be like them.
We learned to force ourselves to be beautiful, which means to fail eternally in trying to look beautiful to others.
We learned to wait for Prince Charming to solve our lives, which means building our existence around the idea of getting and keeping a partner, and only then feeling complete.
We learned that these two things were a fight, which means feeling threatened by all the women around us, lest they be prettier, or their tower be closer to the prince.
We learned to love ourselves little, and only at the cost of what others loved us.
Keep my tulle dresses, my prince charming, my mirror, and my crown. Keep my complexes, my fears, my emptiness, and my jealousy. Keep all that you have imposed on me, I don't want it.
Because I need room for my boots, my books, my hammer and screwdriver, my newspapers, my casseroles, my garters, my brushes, my pens, my photos, my snacks, and my stories. For dancing, running, resting, and lying on the grass to watch the sky go by. For my dreams, my disasters, and my desires. To fail and start again with my projects. For my friends, my flirts, my admired women, and my unwanted ones.
For my life, regardless of what I was taught.
"Keep my kingdom. For I need room for the whole world."
