the Easter I remember...
the dress was huge.
pale lavender chiffon with a split in the front where lace flowed out like a waterfall from my crotch. puffy sleeves, lace-trim neck, a flower or two adorning the waste. my mom spared me the lace-ruffled socks for being such a good sport about wearing this frilly birthday gift.
as i walked down the isle at church (that one day of the year when everyone is at church) my only prayer was that my face would communicate utter contempt and therefore win me some mercy from the congregation.
i was not a voluntary dress-wearer.
i had just turned 12.
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