Girls

YOU know, 'princess' used to be a compliment. Used to be that hearing someone call you princess was just the tip of the iceberg. The final piece to a jigsaw puzzle that without it would have made sense but always seem incomplete. Perhaps the mere word, the suggestion that a special someone, at the very least of all people on the planet, considers us unique and beautiful and almost like royalty itself, is the thing that makes those normally fair cheeks to go a secret abashed red. Maybe it's the immediate reaction of the thought that we are definitely unworthy of such a name, that a word like that is wasted on us when it could spend its airbourne life depicting someone or something else more. Although of course oftentimes when we make self-derogratory comments like those, most of the time we mean the exact opposite of what we say; as if matters of the heart must go through an inevitable, inescapable translating filter that reverses everything so the words we speak come out warped and yet seem true.
Just like the words you, yes you, speak sometimes, like at times when you call us 'princess'.