Farewell Application From A Princess

Do you involuntarily feel like a princess? Time to submit your resignation application!

“I renounce being a princess. I give up dresses, my golden curls and jewelry.

I hate my enchanted castle and my loneliness even when I am surrounded by millions of shadows.

I give up my crystal cage.

The tower, the captivity. Waiting to be rescued.

I renounce my fragility and beauty.

I renounce my privileges, my status and my castle.

I do not want a good fairy who gives me beautiful dresses for the prom. I also do not want enchanted wagons and servants.

I exchange the good fairy for a broom.

Just give me a broom.

I prefer to be a witch.

I want toads and lizards.

I do not want squirrels, rabbits or deer calves. I want to play with dragons.

I renounce my naivete and innocence. I am exchanging my kingdom for intelligence and wisdom.

I prefer night over day. Darkness in front of light. Only in the dark can you find yourself.

I want to save myself without waiting for others to do it. I want to invest in myself, in my own essence.

I do not want to spend the days staring at the horizon, waiting for my Charming Prince to arrive on horseback to save me. Who is this man? And why do I have to live happily ever after with him?

I want to jump on my broom, go out and look for him and spend the night awake with him.

I want to leave the tower. Fly with the moon and stars.

Because when the princesses are asleep, the witches fly.

I want to surround myself with other witches and other villains, and learn from them. Their ingenuity to win in battles against kings and princesses.

I want to fly free. All night long. To return at dawn and sleep until the afternoon. And forget about the pea and 14 mattresses.

I do not want anyone to wait for me all night. I do not want frustrated queens in the middle age crisis. I do not want jealous stepmothers who want my heart in a box. I do not want kings arranging marriages to widen the kingdom.

I do not want anyone to see me, comb my hair or bathe me.

I do not want to sing with the birds. I want to fly with them.

I prefer to feel, breathe, live and suffer. Only with suffering can we arrive at the true essence of ourselves. I want to end up at the bottom, dismiss myself and get out of the ashes.

Princesses do not take risks, do not choose. They do not fail. Princesses do not suffer. They accept their written destiny with submission, patiently, because they believe that in the end they will eat partridges and live happily ever after. In any case, that is what is promised to them. Because they do not question, disprove or suspect.

I do not want to be a princess.

I want to choose my Charming Prince. And it is possible that he will not be a prince, or charming.

I want a culprit who does not enchant me, but who makes me feel enchanted every day.

I do not want a castle where I feel safe. I prefer to have eyes that make me fall into the abyss. Feeling dizzy by his side. That he does not promise me wealth. That he promises me a fight.

I exchange a handsome prince for nonsense.

Who wants me as a witch, and not as a princess.

Who is also persecuted, so that every day we have to hide in different places. Which makes me fall in love with his mischief, not his smile.

I exchange marriage and eternal love for freedom and madness.

I do not want a fairy tale with a happy ending. I want to write my own story every day.

I’m not one of those people who wants to eat partridges, I prefer to drink champagne.

I want to live with risks or die in the coup. I want to be grateful to be alive. I want to live every day as if it were the last. Because tomorrow they can judge me and throw me on the fire.

For witches are burned at the stake, but princesses are killed while they are still alive.

That’s why I’m returning my good fairy, but please, give me a broom. ”