Buying a dress sucks.
That’s all i’m gonna say. Ok , maybe not.
The truth is that our society is way more than controlled by social status or labels to classify people (the bitch , the playboy , the nerd) and even though i’m bored to repeat that i have never classified for any of those. Anyways , a few weeks ago one of my friends invited me to her birthday party and of course , i said yes. What could happen in a bloody 16 yesr old teenage girl party? And yes , that also was my first mistake.
Five days ago i was told that the party was on elegant dress code. And unless by now black short dresses with draws of middle fingers or band logos are considered elegant i had nothing to wear. However we went to buy dresses to the mall.
Second mistake. When you have a self-steem as low and fragile like mine you shall never hesr the “comments” that the sellers or your own parents have to say aboyt your body.
My legs were too fat.
My breasts were too small.
My skin tone was too dark.
I was too short for the dress.
My face was the wrong shape to fit with the dress’s shape.
And like so many other i’m not even gonna name. The truth is i dont even know what they thought would happen. That i would consider theyre comments to my body as healthy critics? Well then welcome to reality. It doesnt happens in real life.
Im not telling who , but that day i even hesrd that the stupid dress didnt match with the cuts on my wrists.
So guess what. I’m not going to one of those parties ever again. Not until brands clme to the realization that NONE OF US HAS A BARBIE SHAPE.
Until then , good luck for everyone half a centimeter over 60 in your stomach.