A Tomboy’s Journey to Appreciating Princesses

For as long as I can remember, I was always a tomboy. I still played with dolls and did dress-up with my little sister but I generally preferred riding around on my scooter and exploring playgrounds. Even when I did do girly things, I’d add my own twist to them like having my Barbies be super spies that changed outfits as part of their mission. Traditional feminine stuff like make-up, rom-coms, and the color pink were never my thing but I didn’t minded when other girls partook in them so long as I was left alone. However, there was one aspect of femininity that I despised back then.

Princesses.

I absolutely loathed princesses when I was younger though I don’t entirely remember why. As I said above, I did do other girly things without complaint, but I had a particular hatred for the princess archetype. It might be because, from my perspective, they exuded an air of fragility and almost always required someone to rescue them. After all, in my little hyper-active mind, they were all able-bodied women with a head on their shoulders. Surely, they can do more than just sit around and wait for some prince to come save them.