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Self Love


Yeah, I might be a princess.

Heir to the throne.

But I don’t wear a fancy dress,

Or a crown..

I simply wear my own clothes,

Do my hair how I want,

I can tell you one thing for sure.

I don’t make my face pretty for anyone but myself.

I have a little bit of chub, but I will tell you one thing…

I definitely don’t force myself to fit into any of those tiny corsets.

I am not searching for a prince.

I am working on myself and my career.

I am actively practicing Self Love.

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Bella Kraska Martin

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