I got pretty. Went to a gala. Had a lot (tons) of wine. Had s'mores that I dipped into a chocolate fountain. Had some social anxiety that will wear off in 4 years. Saw the girl code in action. Was still pretty at the end.
Holy shit that dress is gorgeous and absolutely perfect for you. You look beautiful, mate. And fuck social anxiety in it's ear. That little voice never means us any good.
*laughs* How tipsy was I that I didn't know I'd posted this?!
But thank you! I'm absolutely in love with the dress, still, even if it needs to head to the tailor to get the front sewn together a tad. (Mom to the rescue for the gala, thankfully, with a safety pin!) I felt really awesome.
Thankfully that little voice has stopped whispering - about that night, at least!
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But thank you! I'm absolutely in love with the dress, still, even if it needs to head to the tailor to get the front sewn together a tad. (Mom to the rescue for the gala, thankfully, with a safety pin!) I felt really awesome.
Thankfully that little voice has stopped whispering - about that night, at least!
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