Like a princess

I don´t have a lot of memories from my childhood, however I remember the reasons that made me cry when I was 3 years old:

I think it was in the afternoon, I was in the toilet, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I did not like what I saw. I was combing my hair and I couldn´t stop crying. I had short and black curls while the princesses in the fairy tales used to have long, straight, blonde hair. I was completely different: I would never be a princess.
22 years later I realised that the little girl I once were, was completely right that sad afternoon.
It was in Malaysia, I was listening what other girls were saying. She was tall, she was blonde, she had blue eyes and big boobs and she was talking about her boyfriend. And then she said it... she just said it... and I felt like shit. What did she say? That he treated her like a princess... Oh God, she looked so happy. And I... I was so blue. Where is my prince? Where did he hide?
There is no prince, I never was a princess. I have black, curly hair and dark skin, my boobs are not so big and I am not that tall. I do not look like a super model and there is no man who can understand my feelings and my needs. And I just hate you because you are not my prince, you are not meant for me and you can not make me happy... but how could you be my prince if I am not a princess?