the direct result of peer pressure. where's a psa when you need one?
have my dress!!
the shop owner was a guy and creeping on me, like telling me “you have the character to carry that off!” while motioning at chest level and pausing before “character.” THEN as we left he said “congratulations! what school?” and i was like “…school?” and he said “yes, prom?” and i was like no it’s a wedding dude, i’m not a teenager, sorry
it was so gross