As most of you fellow girls know, at a young age you always wanted to be a princess. Maybe you just connected with one on a level like no other. Mine was always Belle. She was smart, pretty and always had her nose in a book, like me most of the time. She always pushed away the guy in the movie (Gaston, who I think was incredibly attractive but incredibly arrogant) so she could read another book. She loved her dad like no one else, even with all of his crazy inventions.

Or maybe you connected with Cinderella, with her gorgeous blonde hair (all of the Disney princesses have perfect hair that no human could ever achieve) and her powerful lungs. Maybe you were like her, being replaced by step siblings and a step monster.

Or maybe just maybe you were Merida. You were the odd one out with a bunch of brothers and you wanted to prove yourself with something different.

All of the Disney princesses are so inspiring, and every little kid — myself still included — wants to be like them. I want to have perfect hair, a perfect voice and of course a perfect prince to go along with all of that. But here is the kicker — we live in a very real world where none of that can happen — or maybe it can.

You see, our prince in this world is someone who gave us the most precious gift. The gift of his own image. Someone who created us and formed us in our mother's womb to be just like him.

If you are anything like me, you love this fact but don't always believe it. You want to be like the princess with golden (brown in my case, because Belle is the best) locks, with a skinny body and perfect complexion without an ounce of makeup. That is the problem that we have today with our society. Our society puts this image out that to get a "prince," you have to have the perfect hair and perfect body. You have to be skinny with a tanned complexion, enough that you don't have to wear a drop of makeup to catch a guys eye.

Funny story — God doesn't care. He doesn't care that you aren't skinny or have golden locks. Know why? Because he made you in his own image. He created you just the way you are for a reason and he absolutely adores you because of it. He adores you. It doesn't matter what the guy you like thinks you look like with no makeup on because he doesn't matter. The only person who should care what you look like is yourself and God. I think that I am writing this article to slap my own self in my face. Because I'll admit I don't always believe this. But I need to.

Most of us weren't born into royalty. (If you are and you haven't told me, I am very mad at you. I want to be in a life like The Princess Diaries). But instead of earthly royalty, we were born into heavenly royalty. Our names are very known to someone much higher up than earthly royalty.

So the next time you want to start doubting yourself because you aren't skinny enough or pretty enough or perfect enough for the guy around the corner, just remember you are good enough for someone so much better (a.k.a. God).

P.S. Hold your head up princess, your crown's slipping.