Aren't we all in love with the idea of love? 

Storybooks paint these vivid pictures. 

All ending in true love kisses. 

But the stories we tell children are wrapped in sweet delicate lies, laced in honey. 

We don't focus on the abuse in Cinderella’s story, the rose and its briar, or losing your voice just for this fairy tale ending we spoon feed girls. 

The stories paint boys in coats of shining armor ready to save the damsels in distress. 

Society is telling girls that they are dependent on men from the second they can talk. 

Girls are wrapped in daisies and lace, for the grace and beauty ignoring the fire they hold within. 

Society says that girls are meant to stay on the sidelines watching from the castle's balcony waiting for someone to come and save them. 

Boys disregard their existence for anything other than their own needs, and we have taught these girls that that is their purpose. To sit there and come to his every beckon and call to be his damsel in distress. 

Fairytales have told them that their voice doesn't matter. If they want to be happy. 

That is not your fate.

You will not wait on the castle balcony, you will be the one covered in iron and steel. Leading your men into battle, sword at your side.  

You will lead. 

If they do not hear you. Do not raise your voice. 

They will soon learn. 

Your very essence demands respect. You hold the fire of your ancestors in your soul.

You will walk through the gates of Hell, head held high making even Lucifer cower in your presence.  

You are not what they depict in fairytales, you are so much more powerful. 

Understand that there will be princes waiting to sweep you off your feet. Not all of them are made from honey and glass, some are born of darkness and deceit, not their doing. But what they've been dealt. 

Don't be ashamed to turn down a hand if all that hand is going to do in return is push you down for the rest of your life. 

Your ancestors and angels built you better than that. They built you out of love, compassion, and glass. 

Beautiful but deadly if not handled or treated correctly. 

You are not meant to fit the princess dress stereotype, pink silk, porcelain skin. 

Your skin holds the scars and stories of the past that have made you so magnificent. You will swap out the thin silk ready to be torn to shreds, with leather and iron. 

You are strong, you are valid, whether you choose to have a prince or princess by your side. You are a beauty, surrounded by thorns letting only those who you trust close enough to touch. 

You are the queen. You write your own destiny.