All my life I've dreamed of having my Princess Moment, where all the struggling proves to be worthwhile and I'm at last rewarded. I no longer have to endure the strife of having too many bills and not enough money. I no longer have to feel like an outsider. At last I have what I need, and I am respected and treated well too.
I've never had my Princess Moment, and I've come to the conclusion that I never will, at least not in the fashion portrayed in movies such as this.
Perhaps, however, although I live in squalor and people tend to dislike and misunderstand me, I've been given gifts that I should be thankful for. I'm not saying this to be a Pollyanna or to deny the challenges that have confronted me. I'm merely saying that although this world does not and will not ever understand people like me, it doesn't mean that I am completely without happiness. There are reasons to be grateful.
I may appear to the majority of people to be the worst of things: physically ugly, psychologically troubled, financially desperate. I am not the kind of other person that other people want to be with, and I am surely not the kind of person that other people want to be. However, I have been given gifts that the beautiful and lucky people will never understand, and for that I am, at last, grateful