I'm pretty sure I was drunk with power from the size of my sleeves at the zombie prom. Seriously, I had the most puffiest laciest sleeves, and holy crap it went to my head! That perfectly hideous dress has been in the house for 18 years! I'm pretty sure my mom kept it 'because someday you might want to wear it again'. My mom worked, and my dad was a stay at home dad, so my sister and I picked out all of our clothes from the age of 4. And were allowed to wear them in public. Since our dad raised us-basically the same way he raised his brothers, we tended to overcompensate for our confusing aggressive nature with girly-girly eighties clothes. So in our matching lacy midriff shirts and layered ruffled mini-skirts we terrorized the trailer court. Maybe those fearless days as a kid came back in the form of giant puffy sleeves. Drunk with power I tell you. I may secretly clean the house in the dress.
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