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| Please donate your old modest prom dresses to Sue's Closet! I'll love you forever, as will dozens of girls going to prom today. |
When I got to practice, I was crushed when I showed one girl, who showed another, who showed another, each laughing louder than the last at the dress I'd proposed wearing. You see, this catalog showcased gowns with sleeves, backs and fronts.
"Are they ALL like this?" One girl asked, flipping the pages in hysterics.
"How can you even dance in that?"
"I'd wear this one at my funeral."
I wanted to cry, but I managed to reclaim my catalog and secure a safe place for it deep in the abyss of my backpack. I got the dress anyways, and I felt beautiful. I had a fun time with my friends, and I'll never forget the sense of peace I felt in choosing a dress that didn't compromise my standards.
And I danced like crazy that night. Win, win.
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| A purple tinkerbell skirt my mom altered to make knee-length for winter homecoming. When I thought happy thoughts, and with a little pixie dust, I started floating. |
I told Melanie to continue posting pictures of the girls in the dresses they rent out on their facebook page, because I wanted to see these babies out painting the town, where they belong.
Oh, and in case you were wondering...
how many pictures were taken to get the tink shot...
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| 5--Ta-da! |








