Princess style

I have found myself apologizing a lot lately.
I'm sorry that I own so many purses.
I'm sorry that my shoes take up most of my closet, the hallway, and blocking the front door of my apartment.
I'm sorry that I'm constantly counting calories.
I'm sorry that my parents love me and I can go home whenever I choose to without a second thought.

But I realize that it is now time to stomp my french-manicured foot, and stop apologizing for my life.
This is who I am, so take it or leave it.

Why is it so wrong to have all these things?
It's not like I obtained them illegally or anything. Besides, I practically scoured the whole town looking for these very specific items.
I am not one to pay full price for anything -- unless I absolutely whole-heartedly love it, and even then, I would probably figure out a way to bargain.

You see, I am not the typical Orange County girl -- or whatever MTV has been portraying for the past decade.
True that I may appear sheltered to some, but that's not my fault. My parents have done well providing for me in the past.
And I know I am truly my mother's daughter and I inherited her love for material things.

So I am not sorry that I say "aww" and "cute" a lot.
I am not sorry that I occassionally treat myself to shopping sprees in Palm Springs, Beverly Hills, or South Coast.
And I'm certainly not sorry that I snap my fingers when I approve, or clap my hands when I am happy.

I may be a self-proclaimed princess.
I may appear to be an uptown girl slumming it on the other side.
Call me high-maintenance, pampered, or just a royal pain in the ass.

But really, at least I'm just being me.
And nobody else.