A certain girl’s confession

I hate princesses.

And don’t worry, I’m not declaring war on actual princesses around the world.

What I mean is the type of princesses that show up in fairytales.

Most of them are either born noble, or stunning beauties.

Beloved by the gods of stories since their birth.

Of course, many of them go on to experience misery and lament their unfortunate circumstances.

But all of that serves to enhance the story.

Misfortune that falls within the confines of pre-established storylines don’t really count as misfortune.

“So what’s your point,” you say?

Well, my point is that all of them have been promised happiness since the moment of their birth.

The conclusion to their stories are predetermined; their paths paved with convenient misfortune.

Their happiness is not something gained through their own efforts.

You understand why I hate princesses now, right?

I’d like to think that I understand myself well.

I’m not an idiot, but I’m also not the most academic person.

I’m decently athletic, but not exactly great at any kind of sports.

I don’t have any real talents to speak of, and I’m not really that pretty.

Huh? You don’t think that’s true?

Hehe, thanks, I get that a lot.

But trust me, I wasn’t fishing for that compliment.

This is what I truly feel.

My pretty looks are not something given to me by the gods of stories.

It’s something I’ve set as a goal for myself and obtained through my own efforts.

I guess it’s possible that even my own efforts are something preordained by the gods, in which case I just come off as a clown.

But I don’t think we need to corner ourselves like that.

That just takes the fun out of life, y’know?

I, Sudou Seri, am but a simple girl, and not a princess who was guaranteed to look pretty.

There were countless choices presented to me in my life. Just keep that in mind as I tell you the rest of my story.

I was quite fat when I was young.

My dad had a large heart, and an even louder attitude.

“Keep on eating, you need to eat to grow!” he’d tell me over and over again.

Did he want me to become a pro wrestler or something?

Of course, I understand now that it was just an expression of his love for me, and I don’t hold it against him.

But it was around then that I realized I couldn’t keep this up. I can’t let this go on.

My family wouldn’t let me skip meals, so I kept track of my calorie intake, and stuck to a rigid exercise schedule with my mom’s help.

All this, when I was at the age where I wanted to gorge myself on sweets. Funny, right?

But I learned something from my experience.

That I can become who I want to.

So I kept up with my exercise, and looked into skincare products and popular makeup routines.

My hairstyle and clothing are all an important part of me, so I put a lot of effort into those as well.

I haven’t gone that far yet, but I’d be willing to do plastic surgery if I needed it.

Some people may call me a slave to lookism. But what’s wrong with a girl trying to look cute?

I’ll say it.

Cute girls get by easier in the world.

That’s just how society is.

I don’t know who made it this way, but if you don’t like it, go ahead and try to start a revolution or something.

I hate useless princesses that are surrounded by guys vying for their attention.

I also hate women who appear weak and try to garner pity, even if they’re not doing it on purpose.

And lastly but not least, I hate women who give up on being women.

Of course, women don’t exist solely for the sake of men.

But I still find it hard to treat someone who doesn’t shave as members of the same gender.

I guess I’m just saying my thoughts out loud.

People have told me that I’m hard to deal with sometimes.

And this is weird coming from me, but I’m quite the jealous person, so my romantic relationships don’t really last.

I wonder why.

I thought you were just a weird Noh music member at first, but you’re really easy to talk to, y’know?

Just what are you?

Oh well, it doesn’t matter. But Okuni-kun accepts me for who I am.

He loves rabbits, and is trying to become a vet.

He’s my sweet darling.

I guess this is what it feels like to meet your destined partner?

Maybe I’ll introduce him to my dad next time.

I just hope my dad doesn’t demand the impossible again.