I had worn this dress many times before, but this time it fit in all the wrong places.
The buttons up the front pulled apart, threatening to reveal small glimpses of skin between the gaps. The knee-length hemline clung too high, inching toward my upper thighs.
I looked down at my feet, tightly squeezed into a pair of blue flats. Luckily, I had managed to pull on a pair of nylons which encased my lower half like a human sausage. Good thing, too, because my insides felt like they’d spill out at any moment.
When they called my name, I eased my way to the front of the room. Continue Reading