It was black.
With sparkles and ruffles. I thought it was a dream. I couldnít believe that my mom had bought something so revealing and beautiful for me.
Silly as it sounds now, I knew I would be a princess for a night in that dress.
I stepped out in the first pair of high heels I had ever owned. They were black and shiny with criss-crossed fronts.
Like sophisticated ballet slippeds.
Or Ö maybe even ice skates.
Lipsticked and mascaraed and powered and perfumed. I walked downstairs and finally heard the music I had been waiting for.
Dancing is a lot like floating.
Like the physical expression of laughter.
I think in my happiness I was transformed.
I think I was beautiful.
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