When You Read This...

...I will be prom dress shopping.

Oh. Yeah.

Age 2:

My mom buys clothes, I wear them. The end.

Age 5:

My mom buys clothes, I wear them backwards because I think they look better that way.

Age 8:

My mom buys clothes, I wear them out in a month because I'm a tom-boy.

Age 10:

Shopping takes too long. My feet hurt. I'm hungry. When are we leaving? Can we go look at the toys?

Age 11:

I hate everything pink or remotely girly; other than that, I don't care.

Age 12:

I want the most expensive, sexiest clothes out there. I am told no.

Age 13:

See this black sweatshirt? I love this black sweatshirt. I'm gonna be buried in this black sweatshirt. I want to marry this black sweatshirt.

Age 14:

What's everyone else wearing? Okay, buy me a knock-off of that and let's go home, PLEASE.

Age 15:

>my mom doesn't buy me clothes because I "don't take care of the ones I have," AKA leave them in the floor of my room<

Age 16:

Ugh, let's go home--oh, hey. That's kind of cute. I would actually wear that. And I bet it would look good with that... It does. And with that belt... Oh my gosh. This is SO MUCH FREAKING FUN :O

Age 17:

I like shopping :3

Yep, as you read this, I'm probably having a lot of fun trying on dresses that look revolting on the hanger but end up looking good on a body. You can probably expect pictures. Au revoir!

~Stephanie