My Life as a Disney Princess

I wish that my life played out like a movie. I watch chick flicks and romantic comedies and all I can think is, "Wow, that is such a great combination of humor, fun, sensitivity and feeling, wouldn't it be great if my life worked out so nicely?" I guess I've always been a little dramatic, and my parents insist that I should have been an actress, but honestly, how can I help but wish my life were a movie? When I saw "Beauty and the Beast" there was no turning back. That movie is the epitome of Disney classics and since the age of two I have considered myself to be Belle. If she were any more real to me my parents would have to be concerned for my mental health--which they very well could be anyways. She's strong, independent, adventurous, caring, forgiving, sacrificing and, of course, beautiful, with an amazing singing voice. Everything I'd like to be. Not to mention she makes friends with talking cookware and lives in an enchanted castle. Seriously, how can one be expected to live a normal life after such a spectacular experience? My two-year-old self didn't stand a chance. Once I saw that movie I was hooked, and I have been a proponent of a Disney-esque life ever since. So can I help it if I happen to find my life below-par in comparison to Belle's magical world? I think not. Whoever is to blame for my life-expectations--Disney, my parents, myself--it doesn't really matter. Because even if I am setting myself up for disappointment due to unrealistic expectations for my life, I am still convinced that the fantastic is possible. I CAN have my fairytale ending. And hopefully an enchanting adventure along the way. What can I say? I am, for better or for worse, a romantic at heart. 

(Which, by the way, seems a little redundant, I mean, where else would I be a romantic? I certainly cannot imagine a romantic at foot...for example).