| I went to prom in a sleek black dress, with lovely draping, tall stilleto strappy sandals (my stepmom called them "CFM" - come fuck me - shoes), lots of mascara, and a deep reddish lipstick, with my hair blown out and parted way to the side. I felt classy and old glamor-sexy. I went to a snotty school in the south full of debutante types, and they were all in these frilly white and pink debutante or even bridal looking dresses, with fake tans and caked on makeup, and I felt really unique. |