exact same dress that was one of my first grown-up dresses I owned
in my early awkward adolescent years. This dress, back in the day,
made me feel both beautiful, and incredibly self-conscious..."Who
was I to try and look like this?" Ahh, Confidence, how you've eluded
me all these years.
Of course, this was larger sized version of the dress than I wore at
age 11. And, of course it did not look nearly as good on me now as it
did then. I remember how I used to love the way fluorescent colors
set off my tan skin; they loved each other. The sallow excuse for
coloring I have now is like the uncomfortable stranger on the bus;
the coral in this dress and it looked at each other, faked a smile,
and then looked away, hoping to avoid eye contact again.
It was a nice little skip down memory lane. I left this dress there
and brought home a bright belted floral number I plan to take up the
hem up on. Winter shortness, here we go.
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