Well… if this entry doesn’t prove to you that I’m a bit of a girly-girl on the inside… I don’t know what will. Be warned; gushing emotions ahead.
EDIT: Originally I hadn’t included a picture of the dress, since I thought I’d have copyright issues. But now the picture dress has been added on.
After searching for hours in my town’s Downtown Fashion District—taking off/putting on my clothes, trying to endure the corset-like bridles, I finally came upon the dress that I wanted. And when I first tried it on, it was in an extra large. But despite the size I even liked how it looked on me. It was the first time I said “I like it” over and over again about a dress. And when they told me to order a medium online, they got my size right. They told my other and I that after enough times, they can just tell the size of a person straight away. When I put it on this afternoon, I was ecstatic. All the other dresses I tried on didn’t let me breathe or felt coarse. All of the dresses I tried in various stores were beautiful dresses. But they weren’t who I was. And then this one came—the third or second to last choice that I looked at, and the store management was so friendly and helped me and my mom out.
Apparently, the dress that I chose is a red number that:
- [Is] made of satin
- [Has a] cross-over back w/adjustable string
- [Is] floor length
- [Has a] center back zipper
- [And has a] gathered bodice
It’s not the typical description one might express from a prom dress if compared to my unsupported stereotypes. Most of the time I see them as ball gowns or short little things, not some ornate adjustable string with an unbalanced flair. But I like it. And I’m glad my body responded well to it too.
But yeah, they shopping experience was wonderful, and the dress felt wonderful. I could breathe in it and I felt light, and if it becomes too tight for me, I can just adjust the strings.
In other words, I think I scored big time. But I’ll let you know once prom comes around. It’ll be the first time I’ve ever been at a school dance. Ever. You can only imagine what will happen.