Prom was one time I wore a dress. After elementary school, I never wore dresses. Of course I liked dresses here and there, but never had the guts of wearing one.
When I got married I did not wear a dress, I guess since I married a mexican; I am now obligated to wear dresses. When I look at my in-laws they're overdressed, click-clacky shoes, and poofy hair; why should I do that?
Today I decide to try one three dresses and play with the idea of wearing a dress to a sweet 15. The dresses I had chosen were black, purple, and ivory dress. I automatically fall in love with the ivory dress. It was too good to be true, a couple words and it ruins my mood.
"I like the blue dress and black jacket better." Of course it came from my husbands mouth. Might as well said I looked fat too.
I just wanted something nice to come from his mouth, but of course its got to be negative.
A dress. Something I never wear. Not even in the future. Fuck the dress.
Taylor
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