my favorite dress is just black and simple.
it looked amazing on, it looks amazing on the hanger.
i wore amazing shoes with it, and i looked amazing in it.
too bad it was wasted on a night with you, huh?
“you look great”
yeah, sure thanks.
You do this every morning. You wear it to church. You put this on your salad, your wounds, your fat, skinny, unadulterated bodies. I wore one today. You can make them out of paper, or materials of cloth, you can fashion them with a belt or let them hang loose, like fringe.
today was tuesday. i knew what that meant. mom’s “date night”. every tuesday is the same, at 6 she gets in the shower, out at 6:10. then she blow dries her hair to perfection and scurries around the house attempting to impress me with her version of a nice dinner- microwaveable lasagna. yum. next she applies her makeup- not too much, not too little. just right. i wish i could be like her makeup. high prices, and different shades and brands and formulas. i wish i could just blend on like her $60 foundation… i wish i was even worth $60. by the time she’s done with her makeup, its 7 o’clock. that’s when she comes and knocks on the door. i can count her foot steps as she walks down the hall… one, two, three, four, five… “honey? will you come zip me up?” of course, i answer, “sure, mom.” and follow her back to her closet. the walls of my mothers closet have always fascinated me. floor to ceiling- racks and racks of endless choices. why does one woman need so much? jeans, t shirts, jackets, jewelry, belts, hats, shoes, pants, skirts, and last but not least- in number- dresses. dresses in every color and shape. some with cut outs or bows or flowers or zippers and layers. cinderella would’ve loved my mom’s closet i thought as i walked in. she pulled down a new one tonight. scarlet red- the definition of her personality. perfect and bright. she slowly stepped into the flowing silky soft fabric and pulled the slim straps over her tanned shoulders. she turned around and i took my silent order to zip up the back. “how do i look?” was of course her next question. “great, mom. as always.” but in my mind, i knew this was by far my favorite dress. it hugged her curves in all the right places and fell just above the knees. i could feel my neck growing hot with jealous as the door bell rang. shouldn’t i be the one going on dates and sneaking in late? wasn’t i the teenager? “be good honey, don’t stay up too late. i’ll be back at 12… ok?” she said as she slipped into her black peep toe heels and grabbed her new golden clutch and ripped off the tag. “ya, sure mom. have fun…” i answered. now i watched her make her final routine. she grabbed her house key, phone off the charger, lipstick, and credit card. miraculously, they all fit into the miniscule clutch on her arm. she turned off the light in her closet, already forgetting about me, and clicked her way to the door. “hey…” “hi, you look great” i could hear the kiss from inside the closet. i ray of light filtered into the closet from the hallway and i shut the door, watching the ray grow smaller and smaller until it was swallowed into the dark with me. a faint “bye!” and the click of our front door entered my ears. i laid down on the plush carpeting of the room- softer than my own carpet- and allowed myself to dream of the dresses and the day my prince would come to the door and take me in his pumpkin wagon to a ball in a scarlet red dress. my own cinderella dress. but deep down i knew that i would always be the fairy god mother or ugly step sister to my mom. she was the cinderella i would or could never be.
I am thinking about the beautiful dress I bought recently. White with blue tiny dots, and ruffles at the bottom. I am excited to wear it when I visit friends soon.
She spun in circles.
It was red, white, and fluttery.
The dress was summery and reminded her of happiness.
But the tear reminded her of the hole that he left in her heart the day he had held her tight and then let her go, forever.
I see a summer dress blowing in the wind.
Freedom. Light and flowly, releasing the inner spirit of a girl restricted too long to pants.
Sunlight, outdoors, field. B
I wore a dress to prom, The prom where I fell in love and I knew that it wouldn’t last. Being younger always was the worst. I sat on the deck that night at prom and had to look at a boy I knew was moving 12 hours away in 2 months, Who would do this to me? All I have left is a red dress, to represent the blood beating in my heart as I cry.
i have always wanted to buy a wedding dress. a gown. a beautiful dress that would capture all the emotion of what should be the most special day. the day you feel chosen.
I’m going to write again since the last time did not take. I want to wear a wedding dress. As cliche as that sounds, I want to be a princess for a day. bring it on. Why can all of the cute girls get to wear the pretty clothes and I’m just stuck being frumpy.
I have many dresses. All with memories… from concerts, from birthdays, from first days and last moments. There are some that I have which have never been worn. And some have been worry many. many times. They are all loved.
I really like to wear dresses. I’ve never worn a dress that I feel entirely comfortable in. I do dream of someday wearing a wedding dress, even though I avoid that topic as much as possible. I guess I have a hard time admitting what I really want.
I had a dream to dress in pink followed by a phase to dress in black. now I’m in a phase to dress in flowers, nature can and will never hold me back. flowers blossom on the light of your days. now i’m in a very loving phase.
Dress up. Dress out. Go out.
Fuck that.
Dress how you want.
Dress how you’re comfortable.
Look like you.
Don’t try to be someone else.
Don’t do anyone any favors.
That’s a waste of time.
Be you. Be you for you.
Not just in your clothes.
Dress everything about you in a legitimate you.
Your words, thoughts, everything.
Dress as you.
she wore a red dress, her eyes, complementary to the color, were a beautiful deep blue, set with hazel lining.
His name was jerry. He spent his days day dreaming of her, thinking of the perfect plan to have her in his arms. They would make pretty babies.
I just finished writing about dresses, but I will state again that I really like to dress up. even though it’s kind of a conceited comment, I really like the attention I get at a formal event. Shaving my head gave me that sort of attention every day, and I would like to think I didn’t shave it for that reason solely.
She put on a dress for the first time that night, and it was the most beautiful she has felt her entire life. She walked in and her brilliance shown, and she felt as if all eyes were on her. The world was hers that night.
I remember it well. It was pink, plaid, and fell to my knees. I wore it for pictures in the third grade. Later Mary Beth kicked me out of the club. For being too girly.
I had a beautiful silver satin dress made for my prom when I was in the 10th grade. It was amazing. I almost wish I’d saved it for my senior prom, it was so glorious. The dressmaker was so crabby about how long it took her to finish the bustle.
you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress. my prom dress makes me feel really beautiful. i never feel that way. honest. it’s weird. i know i’m not ugly but i jsut don’t feel well pretty or anything like that. i cover it up, you’d never know how insecure i am.
She looked stunning in that blue dress. All of her was there that you could see the shape that she was given, that she so rarely showed. I fell in love, my stomach fell out, and my mouth watered at her in that dress.
the dress was red. anna stared in disbelif at the mirror accross form her, her gaze trained on the long shimmery folds of silky fabric that fell to the ground in perfect waves.
I wore a dress on the day that I met him. He was friendly and kind, but just not the one. I knew that less than a minute later. The way he smiled, there was just something wrong. I couldn’t bear to imagine anything more than a few more minutes next to him. He was in fact the epitome of too good to be true.
I have a black dress with white, green, and blue polka dots on it. I’m planning to wear it to my school dance this Friday. I have black high heels to go with it, and a pearl necklace.
i need a dress for my graduation. and for two awards nights. i dont know where i will find one or any and i wish it was okay to rewaear things but people seem to find that unacceptable, plus i kind of want something new and pretty. conundrum.
dresses are cool because people who wear them are girls who are usually pretty attractive. Dresses are used at special occasions that are out of the ordinary. Girls wear dresses when they want to look super! Men who wear dresses are weird and ugly. I would never wear a dress.
the dress is red with white crystals filling in the skirt. it shimmered in the moonlight like a drop of blood on a newspaper page. i nearly died when i saw her standing there.
It was black and simple and she had saved for two months. It was perfect. She got her hair and nails done and knew this would be the night. He picked her up and took her straight to his place, no restaurant, nothing. The gun matched the dress.
my favorite dress is just black and simple.
it looked amazing on, it looks amazing on the hanger.
i wore amazing shoes with it, and i looked amazing in it.
too bad it was wasted on a night with you, huh?
“you look great”
yeah, sure thanks.
Dress the sky, the astral plane. Worship your God, call me insane. It is you which is the bane. Watch as well die and it all remains the same.
You do this every morning. You wear it to church. You put this on your salad, your wounds, your fat, skinny, unadulterated bodies. I wore one today. You can make them out of paper, or materials of cloth, you can fashion them with a belt or let them hang loose, like fringe.
today was tuesday. i knew what that meant. mom’s “date night”. every tuesday is the same, at 6 she gets in the shower, out at 6:10. then she blow dries her hair to perfection and scurries around the house attempting to impress me with her version of a nice dinner- microwaveable lasagna. yum. next she applies her makeup- not too much, not too little. just right. i wish i could be like her makeup. high prices, and different shades and brands and formulas. i wish i could just blend on like her $60 foundation… i wish i was even worth $60. by the time she’s done with her makeup, its 7 o’clock. that’s when she comes and knocks on the door. i can count her foot steps as she walks down the hall… one, two, three, four, five… “honey? will you come zip me up?” of course, i answer, “sure, mom.” and follow her back to her closet. the walls of my mothers closet have always fascinated me. floor to ceiling- racks and racks of endless choices. why does one woman need so much? jeans, t shirts, jackets, jewelry, belts, hats, shoes, pants, skirts, and last but not least- in number- dresses. dresses in every color and shape. some with cut outs or bows or flowers or zippers and layers. cinderella would’ve loved my mom’s closet i thought as i walked in. she pulled down a new one tonight. scarlet red- the definition of her personality. perfect and bright. she slowly stepped into the flowing silky soft fabric and pulled the slim straps over her tanned shoulders. she turned around and i took my silent order to zip up the back. “how do i look?” was of course her next question. “great, mom. as always.” but in my mind, i knew this was by far my favorite dress. it hugged her curves in all the right places and fell just above the knees. i could feel my neck growing hot with jealous as the door bell rang. shouldn’t i be the one going on dates and sneaking in late? wasn’t i the teenager? “be good honey, don’t stay up too late. i’ll be back at 12… ok?” she said as she slipped into her black peep toe heels and grabbed her new golden clutch and ripped off the tag. “ya, sure mom. have fun…” i answered. now i watched her make her final routine. she grabbed her house key, phone off the charger, lipstick, and credit card. miraculously, they all fit into the miniscule clutch on her arm. she turned off the light in her closet, already forgetting about me, and clicked her way to the door. “hey…” “hi, you look great” i could hear the kiss from inside the closet. i ray of light filtered into the closet from the hallway and i shut the door, watching the ray grow smaller and smaller until it was swallowed into the dark with me. a faint “bye!” and the click of our front door entered my ears. i laid down on the plush carpeting of the room- softer than my own carpet- and allowed myself to dream of the dresses and the day my prince would come to the door and take me in his pumpkin wagon to a ball in a scarlet red dress. my own cinderella dress. but deep down i knew that i would always be the fairy god mother or ugly step sister to my mom. she was the cinderella i would or could never be.
I am thinking about the beautiful dress I bought recently. White with blue tiny dots, and ruffles at the bottom. I am excited to wear it when I visit friends soon.
A dress
Brings a smile to a little girl who wants to be pretty
A groan to a teenager who wants to look cool . . .
Funny, how you dress up, try on a different act everyday of your life. A new person, another lie to dress as.
She spun in circles.
It was red, white, and fluttery.
The dress was summery and reminded her of happiness.
But the tear reminded her of the hole that he left in her heart the day he had held her tight and then let her go, forever.
I see a summer dress blowing in the wind.
Freedom. Light and flowly, releasing the inner spirit of a girl restricted too long to pants.
Sunlight, outdoors, field. B
I wore a dress to prom, The prom where I fell in love and I knew that it wouldn’t last. Being younger always was the worst. I sat on the deck that night at prom and had to look at a boy I knew was moving 12 hours away in 2 months, Who would do this to me? All I have left is a red dress, to represent the blood beating in my heart as I cry.
to impress. all the time. Women must wear dresses and never pants or shorts. Sexism at its finest. Dress up, dress down, dress dress dress
i have always wanted to buy a wedding dress. a gown. a beautiful dress that would capture all the emotion of what should be the most special day. the day you feel chosen.
i have a pretty dress that is chanel and louis vutton yea yea boii
Dresses are stifling and annoying. It is sexist, since it is only socially acceptable for women to wear them in normal circumstances.
“that’s my favorite dress on you”
i have soiled your love and will never be forgiven but i love you so…..you are my life my husband.
I’m going to write again since the last time did not take. I want to wear a wedding dress. As cliche as that sounds, I want to be a princess for a day. bring it on. Why can all of the cute girls get to wear the pretty clothes and I’m just stuck being frumpy.
i wore a white dress for you because i want to be your wife.
i want to be your life………………………….forever
I have many dresses. All with memories… from concerts, from birthdays, from first days and last moments. There are some that I have which have never been worn. And some have been worry many. many times. They are all loved.
I really like to wear dresses. I’ve never worn a dress that I feel entirely comfortable in. I do dream of someday wearing a wedding dress, even though I avoid that topic as much as possible. I guess I have a hard time admitting what I really want.
I had a dream to dress in pink followed by a phase to dress in black. now I’m in a phase to dress in flowers, nature can and will never hold me back. flowers blossom on the light of your days. now i’m in a very loving phase.
Dress up. Dress out. Go out.
Fuck that.
Dress how you want.
Dress how you’re comfortable.
Look like you.
Don’t try to be someone else.
Don’t do anyone any favors.
That’s a waste of time.
Be you. Be you for you.
Not just in your clothes.
Dress everything about you in a legitimate you.
Your words, thoughts, everything.
Dress as you.
she wore a red dress, her eyes, complementary to the color, were a beautiful deep blue, set with hazel lining.
His name was jerry. He spent his days day dreaming of her, thinking of the perfect plan to have her in his arms. They would make pretty babies.
long, sexy, black. short, sassy, red. silky satin and fluffy cotton. looks great on me. brings out the fun you’re in the mood for.
I just finished writing about dresses, but I will state again that I really like to dress up. even though it’s kind of a conceited comment, I really like the attention I get at a formal event. Shaving my head gave me that sort of attention every day, and I would like to think I didn’t shave it for that reason solely.
Pick some clothes… a dress, shoes, a hat. And pick a face. Put on some make up. Then pick a name. And be whoever you want to be.
She put on a dress for the first time that night, and it was the most beautiful she has felt her entire life. She walked in and her brilliance shown, and she felt as if all eyes were on her. The world was hers that night.
I remember it well. It was pink, plaid, and fell to my knees. I wore it for pictures in the third grade. Later Mary Beth kicked me out of the club. For being too girly.
I had a beautiful silver satin dress made for my prom when I was in the 10th grade. It was amazing. I almost wish I’d saved it for my senior prom, it was so glorious. The dressmaker was so crabby about how long it took her to finish the bustle.
I need to dress much more professionally lately. I would like to finally be taken seriously in the professional world.
you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress. my prom dress makes me feel really beautiful. i never feel that way. honest. it’s weird. i know i’m not ugly but i jsut don’t feel well pretty or anything like that. i cover it up, you’d never know how insecure i am.
She looked stunning in that blue dress. All of her was there that you could see the shape that she was given, that she so rarely showed. I fell in love, my stomach fell out, and my mouth watered at her in that dress.
Ruffles.
Sparkly.
Prom.
Elegant.
Flitty.
Rich.
Princess.
Arrogant.
Self Righteous.
Insecure.
Discusting.
Legs.
Short.
Long.
Formal.
Beach.
Shopping.
Dressing Rooms.
Mother.
Friends.
Sister.
No one.
Naked.
Why is everyone watching?
the dress was red. anna stared in disbelif at the mirror accross form her, her gaze trained on the long shimmery folds of silky fabric that fell to the ground in perfect waves.
I wore a dress on the day that I met him. He was friendly and kind, but just not the one. I knew that less than a minute later. The way he smiled, there was just something wrong. I couldn’t bear to imagine anything more than a few more minutes next to him. He was in fact the epitome of too good to be true.
I have a black dress with white, green, and blue polka dots on it. I’m planning to wear it to my school dance this Friday. I have black high heels to go with it, and a pearl necklace.
i need a dress for my graduation. and for two awards nights. i dont know where i will find one or any and i wish it was okay to rewaear things but people seem to find that unacceptable, plus i kind of want something new and pretty. conundrum.
dresses are cool because people who wear them are girls who are usually pretty attractive. Dresses are used at special occasions that are out of the ordinary. Girls wear dresses when they want to look super! Men who wear dresses are weird and ugly. I would never wear a dress.
The site looks pretty dressed upon the iPad here. Except you can’t see tye timer.
the dress is red with white crystals filling in the skirt. it shimmered in the moonlight like a drop of blood on a newspaper page. i nearly died when i saw her standing there.
It was black and simple and she had saved for two months. It was perfect. She got her hair and nails done and knew this would be the night. He picked her up and took her straight to his place, no restaurant, nothing. The gun matched the dress.