A Letter to the Girl Who Didn’t Know Her Worth

Dear girl I used to be,

Tomorrow, a song will come out with my name on it.
A duet called Princess.
A song I never thought I’d be brave enough to write.

It’s not for the version of me now — not really.
It’s for you.

The one who stayed too long.
Who begged to be seen.
Who accepted crumbs and called it love.

The one who thought “princess” meant being rescued… not rising.

They told you softness was weakness.
That asking for more made you too much.
That needing truth made you difficult.

But you were never weak.

You were learning.
You were surviving.
You were waiting for your voice to grow teeth.

And now it has.

Princess is a goodbye letter to all the roles I used to play.
The good girl. The pretty story. The one who kept quiet.

It’s also a war cry for every woman still waiting to be chosen.
Because here’s the truth:
You don’t need their crown. You have your own.

Kael’s voice brings the tension — the heat, the guilt, the allure.
Mine brings the refusal.

This is where I stop shrinking.
This is where I become the one who leaves first.

If you’re reading this and still in that chapter — still staying, still hoping — this is your sign:

You’re allowed to walk away.

You’re allowed to rewrite your title.

You’re allowed to be the queen of your own damn kingdom.

Tomorrow, the song drops.
But today — I honor the girl who had to live the story first.

Thank you for surviving.

xo,
Mathilde