(Yes, the hair is new. Yes, it’s fabulous. No, I will not be answering questions.)

Since everyone keeps calling me Rapunzel, I figured it was finally time to lean into it.

So here I am — princess dress, dramatic braid, and the official title of

“Most Likely to Escape the Shelter By Charm Alone.”

But here’s the truth behind the fairytale:

I don’t really want a tower.

I want a home.

In real life, when I’m not posing like a storybook queen, I’m a soft, gentle, people-loving girl who stays right by your side. On my recent snow day sleepover, I was cuddly, polite, happy, silly, and perfectly content being someone’s shadow. I rode great in the car, soaked up attention, explored politely, and curled right in at bedtime like I’d been in a home forever.

So if you’re wondering what my “dream prince or princess” looks like, it’s simple:

Someone kind.

Someone steady.

Someone who doesn’t mind that I like to stick close.

And someone who understands that underneath the magical hair and dramatic presentation…

I’m just a sweet girl waiting to be chosen.

You don’t need to scale a tower or battle a dragon.

You just have to walk into the shelter and say:

“Rapunzel, let’s go home.”

I’ll climb down for that.