If I had a dollar for every time someone said I was a "Princess" simply because I love to live opulently, I'm married to the love of my life, and it "appears" I never seem to struggle therefore never having to work a day in my life, I'd be making an additional, lucrative stream of income. So yeah, it's happened quite a lot. I was born & raised in the barrio of Manila. Cherie Rose is my name & hustling is my game. What most people don't realize is I've worked incredibly hard to achieve this dream lifestyle and I'm not stopping any time soon. I've lived & survived through the most horrendous experiences that are so bizarre, you couldn't make it up. The point of From Nada to Prada is to convey that even with all the money in the world, I still retain the charm and sweetness of my inner child. I mean, I still eat at McDonald's, fly economy and like to save money, planning ways for my money to work for ME. Wealth, kindness & pragmatism are a winning combination and need to make its comeback. Consider it done :)
So here's a brief lowdown on the key differences between a Princess & Queen.
1. A Princess acts like the world owes her a living and that she is entitled to whatever she wants. A Queen has standards. She doesn't raise the bar. She IS the bar. A queen keeps her "heels, head, and standards high." (Coco Chanel)
2. A Princess is on the lookout for her Sugar Daddy. A Queen invests in herself. However, since I happen to be in a relationship where it makes sense that my husband is the primary breadwinner, I consider it a bonus, not a fucking life line.
3. A Princess seeks validation outside of herself through her looks and sexuality. A queen EMANATES royalty and knows her worth goes beyond her physicality. I'm talking values and integrity, people!
4. A Princess brings other people down and has a scarcity mindset. Remember, comparison is the thief of joy. A Queen inspires and uplifts the people around her, knowing abundance is all around.
5. A Princess plays games. A Queen does not. End of story.
6. Last but not least, when I help people (mostly females) with their build a man exercise, if the bullet points in what I call their "contract" are generally superficial qualities, that's a dead giveaway she's a girl, not a woman. It took almost 9 months for Gregory to arrive. I could have delivered a baby by then! It makes perfect sense why he took as long as he did. I wasn't writing tall, dark, and handsome! I wasn't looking for a sparkly package, I was focused on the "contents." :)
In laughing gratitude,
Cherie :)
