I imagine my portrait hanging in a grand hall, surrounded by golden frames and rich tapestries. A princess in a blue gown, standing with dignity, like the ones admired in royal castles.

But if I had truly been the daughter of a king… would he have been proud to see me like this? 😂

The princesses of the past were graceful, delicate, painted with restraint. But me? My dress clings to my belly, the fabric stretched tightly over my curves, tracing every soft inch. The weight of my body shapes the fabric, the hem spreading wide around me, resting over my thick thighs. There’s no hiding what I am, no denying how much space I take up, how much I’ve grown. 🤭

Would a king have seen an opulent beauty, a powerful heir, a queen who embraces herself? Or would he have turned away, worried about how far his only daughter had let herself go?

But deep down, I know I would have never been a princess like the others. I would have ruled in my own way, in all my splendor. And above all, I would never be forgotten.