A poster on my wall

Each one of you are different
but all your stories are beloved
all ending so wonderfully
with the first man you ever loved

For that I despise you all
and your stupid fabulous lives
your tiny little waists
and perfectly small thighs

never one single zit
great hair and big eyes
happy castles and villages
with always perfect skies

But for some reason I love y'all
so I guess this poem was senseless
why am I even writing about
some imaginary Disney Princesses