growing up, we read fairytales, stories about being a princess saved by a handsome prince.

we’re told that we have to get married, and to do that, find love.

I had that engrained in my dreams when I was a little girl, and ever since.

you’re supposed to find the one, a guy who you fit with like a hand in a glove.

the problem is, I haven’t had much luck with that just yet—guys don’t like me like that, they don’t look at me like that.

I’m just not the normal, pretty girl that guys can fall for.

I haven’t yet, so what if I never find someone for me; what if I’m just too weird or ugly or small or fat?

what if I’m alone and judged for it the rest of my life; what if I spend forever wishing I was more?