Goodness gracious, my lovely fashionistas! So the pattern of this column has been to feature the style and tips from other homeschoolers I find. This particular post is gonna be about me and my horrific struggle trying to find a stupid dress for a seemingly stupid dance. I honestly believe that finding a wedding dress is going to be way easier and extremely less interesting than the quest to find an outfit for this Mac Dance.
So here is the deal, it was about two weeks away from the Mac Dance, a dance held by the God loving, Mr. Scott Macnamara. About 450 teens attend the spring prom every year, wearing what ranges from really chill Sunday morning sorta party dresses, to what I'm pretty sure are wedding dresses on the dance floor. I, personally, had not been to a dance before. I had only been to a military ball during sophomore year at Lane Tech. I don't like being in crowds, and I don't really like getting dressed up just to stand around and take pictures for a majority of the time. One of my best friends, Ryneeka, ended up warming me up to the idea of getting dressed up and partying with her, and in a moment of hyper-ness, I asked one of my guy friends to the dance and BAM! Soon I had a crew of friends and a cool date; no backing out now.
The truth is, I absolutely LOVE dresses! I love feeling like a princess and twirling just to see the skirt float in the air and then wrap around me like a closing flower or something. I just have these crazy insecurities about how I look in clothes that draw a lot of attention to myself, when the attention isn't the least bit ironic. I don't like the sequins, or the feathers, I'm not especially fond of glitter and I absolutely can't handle silky material, mainly because I don't think I could ever pull any of that stuff off. So when I went shopping, I was looking for the dullest outfit I could find. I at one point asked my date if he would be cool with wearing tie-dye t-shirts and sweat pants, but we would be violating the dress code.
I was determined to find an outfit good enough to get in, yet not too attention seeking. On the other hand, I also wanted to have my Cinderella moment, so the dress had to be really unique (I didn't want to be too specific). Thus the shopping trips commenced and I couldn't find ANYTHING that fit my extremely detailed description. Every time I raked through the hangers, I would find something too short, something too long, something that didn't cover enough skin, something that didn't show ANY skin, and something in a color that was so ATROCIOUS that I would almost feel like I was owed an apology for having to look at it! It was my third time shopping and nothing I saw was even the least bit gorgeous enough for the dance. It's like I had a problem with EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF CLOTHING IN THE WORLD!
In my moment of silent anger and distress, I came to a sudden conclusion. Maybe my frustration wasn't with every piece of clothing I tried on. Maybe I had a problem with myself. My body was the problem in every single occasion. I couldn't accept the way things looked on me because I couldn't accept myself. My friends, no matter how BEAUTIFUL or HANDSOME or STYLISH your clothes are, you will never truly understand what true beauty is until you see yourself the way God sees you.
Once I realized that I didn't need to try to compete and look "better" than every other girl going to the dance, once I accepted that I was created in the glorious image of God, once I decided to give all of my concerns about what to wear to God, shopping became WAY more fun. I found a cool skirt that I wasn't considering for the dance at all at first, due to its seemingly tribal-looking colors and patterns, and all of a sudden, I decided that I didn't care that it wasn't traditional. When I tried it on, I twirled and felt like a queen. Then I went shopping with my mother to find a blouse, and found a crop top with a scandalous deep v-neck from the Kardashian collection at sears. In a weird moment of excitement, I asked my mom if she thought that I could maybe pull it off with the skirt if I wore it backwards, and SURPRISE! I pulled it off AWESOMELY! I found an outfit by God's grace that was definitely good enough to get, yet not too attention seeking. Once I got to the dance, I had THE MOST BEAUTIFUL Cinderella moment with my awesome friend who made a great date. Doesn't God work in awesome ways?
So that is the story of how my Mac dance dress hunt went! Enjoy some pictures with Brian (who was a GREAT date), my awesome friends who helped make the night fantastic, and I! Have a wonderful day, go shopping with some friends, and remember that you are created in the image of The Most High!