Welcome to my world.

Where I’d love to own half the Sephora store as my make up bag and have a thousand Cartier bracelets chilling on my jewellery rack. In fact if it was up to me, I’d be sitting in a five star lodge in Hawaii sipping mocktails and checking out hot surfers.

Instead,  I’m stuck at a crowded campus sitting on a patch of grass near a pond that probably hasn’t been cleaned in the last one hundred years. With only a boy whose hair resembles florescent pink candy floss to stare at. Let’s not forget the fact that I’m still using Revlon foundation and some no name brand eyeliner from the drugstore or the fact that the only bracelets I have are made from cheap plastic rubber bands.

So I pretend it’s super cool. That loom bands are in and my eyeliner is the best the market has to offer. I convince everyone around me that I’m fashion forward. After all I have read every fashion magazine out there and watched all the latest make up tutorial videos on YouTube.  I googled all the latest fashion shows and watched every major Beauty Pageant from start to crowning.

And while I can’t afford to live like royalty, I know that I have an inner princess who yearns to be spoiled rotten.  Maybe one day, I’ll be able to fulfill all my crazy whims.

But until that day arrives, I’m just a princess forced to survive on a student budget…