As a princess, my job looks like it’s filled with fun and flowers, but it’s truly nothing of the sort. My day is full of hard decisions, meetings and trying so hard to appear as the perfect leader to the rest of the world. My daily attire consists of a regal purple gown. Along the edges of the dress, a crisp white lace so delicately placed. Part of being a princess is keeping my dress pristine no matter what. I find myself constantly readjusting the boning of the dress as it’s always too tight. My job consists of tending to the palace, town and making all the important decisions for the town. At least that’s what I thought it would be. Now a days, all the decisions that were once mine, now go through a whole process and practically get passed or denied before I even see them! I’m locked up in my room without the ability to go out on my own, I must be with someone at all times. What a life I live. I feel as if I have more supervision than a baby at this point.