My daughter is a Princess, and I’m raising her as such. I know it’s not a really popular thing to do nowadays, but I make no apologies for it. My little girl is growing up in a society that doesn’t always acknowledge the beauty and femininity in the traits that make her who she is, but that’s cool, because I’m going to make sure she realizes that she is just as fair as any Princess that Disney could create.
Her coily hair.
Her golden skin.
Her lanky legs and arms.
Absolutely lovely. But not always appreciated.
After all, she does live in a society where a scientist tries to figure out why Black women (like me) are considered less attractive than other women.
Where “nappy” is considered offensive.
And women of color are so hurt and scarred that a bad graphic design is mistaken for racism.
Yup. She’s a Princess.
So, what is a Princess anyway, and does Ayva even measure up? Let’s see.
woman toddler having sovereign power. Ayva totally does…over her teddy bears. Check.
Daughter of a monarch. Well, I am her mother. So, yeah, check.
My child is the descendant of a long line of queens. Royalty is in her blood. I have great plans for her, and teaching her that she is a Princess is just the first step in my plan towards raising her up to be a Queen.