It was beautiful. With its wisping swirls of aqua, violet and peach, I could swear this dress was designed specifically with me in mind. I adored the abstract pattern, and I adored its unique look. This dress was perfect. And best of all, it was 75% off.
There was a catch, however. This dress was the only one left of its kind, and it just so happened to be two sizes too small. But size is just a number, isn’t it?
I entered the change room determined to get this dress to fit. In my head, I was already wearing it over my bathing suit to the beach, under my jean jacket to a bonfire, and with strappy flats to the local karaoke bar. This dress was so versatile. I had to make it work.
I threw the strapless dress on and latched the top hook at the back. For a second, I was struck with awe as I admired myself in the mirror. This dress was so flattering. Its silky material fell lightly, hitting my curves in all the right angles. I looked amazing.
But there was a problem. Reluctantly, I turned around, watching myself in the mirror, to address the nagging issue in the back. The zipper that sealed the back of the dress, connecting skirt to the top latch remained unzipped. And I could feel from the fabric that zipping up this dress would not be easy. But I had to try.
I gingerly pulled the zipper up as far as it would go, about midway up my back. Then it stopped, and I knew it was time for a new technique. Luckily, I had a few tricks up my sleeve(less dream dress)!
I wiggled the dress around to the front, so that I was wearing it backwards. I hoped that the problem with the zipper had more to do with the angle my elbow had to be bent at to zip it, than the actual dimensions of the dress.
The gap between where the zipper stopped and where the top latch was closed now sat across my chest, in an ideal spot for pulling. It was just a matter of a few inches, and a lot of strength to bridge the gap, and then the dress could finally be mine! This dress was within my grasp, I could feel it. I shut my eyes, said a silent little prayer, and began the pulling.
At first tug, the zipper went up a bit. This gave me a false sense of hope, and I tugged again. No budge this time. So I tugged a little harder. And a little harder still. I tugged at that tiny metal zipper until it had indented itself between my thumb and forefinger. I tugged until the stubborn metal began to burn my skin, and then I tugged even harder. This dress was worth it. I tugged in desperation. I tugged in fury. I tugged and I tugged.
I tugged with all my might until my hand slipped right off the zipper and directly into my face, that had been angled down, watching the entire struggle.
Then I stood for a minute in stunned silence. The pain shocked me, and now it was my mouth that burned. I lifted my head to the mirror to get a full view of myself. My right fist was shaking, my upper lip cracked, my teeth bloodied and the dress unzipped.
It was then I realized, this dress was too small.
2013
LOL!
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π Better late than never!
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I think this is a case of “Pride going before a fall.” Great story.
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Definitely! Thanks for reading π
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π Hope springs eternal! Thanks for the laugh!
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Glad you enjoyed it!
Thanks for dropping by π
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This is so beautiful π
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Thank you, haha!
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My pleasure π
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It sucks when the dress you love is not your size! Good one
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It hurts… even physically sometimes.
Thanks for reading π
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Oh yes, it definitely hurts.
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Trying, to fit in something, that is, a few sizes, not our own, we are, forcing ourselves, to be, something that were, not…
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You’re right. Takes a lot of growing up to accept what you are.
Thanks for reading π
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Reminds me of the old television commercial where a person is shopping for a muffler for his car. At one of the stores, the mechanic pulls out this enormous muffler that looks like it was custom-made for a truck. The driver, who owned a tiny lawnmower of a car, said, “I don’t think that will fit.” The mechanic pulls out this big sledgehammer and says, “I’ll MAKE it fit.”
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Hahaha, I’ve tried a similar approach with puzzle pieces. Also does not work.
Thanks for reading π
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LOL!
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I didnβt see that coming. π Very well-written story. Love it.
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Glad you enjoyed it π
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Wagnificently told! HuMom could actually feel your struggle, your excitement, determination & finally your bloodied realization of truth ππΎππΎ
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Thanks for the kind words! Glad you could feel the storm of emotions that took place in that short amount of time.
Thanks for stopping by π
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πnose nudgesππΎ
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It’s almost like you slapped yourself into the realization the it was not just one but two sizes wrong. I hope something just as nice came along later. And that you didn’t get blood on it taking it off. π
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I still think about that particular dress sometimes. I’ve never found anything quite like it. But I did take extra care to make sure no blood got on it, before I ran out of the store!
Thanks for reading π
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If only I could count on one hand the amount of times I had to ask a friend to come into the dressing room to help take something off me that I was convinced was MINE! π Know the feeling. Love this story!
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It’s hard to accept sometimes!
Thanks for reading π
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I’ve been stuck in a dress before–very painful experience!
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Oh me too! The panic that comes with that is something else too.
Thanks for reading π
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I kept reading while anticipating the scene where you broke the zipper, lol. I was wrong, the zipper was fine but your lip and teeth were not. Sorry about that. Thanks for the well-written story!
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Thanks for the kind words π
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Don’t we ladies all see the funny side of this truth, that the dress is too small. I think we have all been there. π
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It hurts to admit it sometimes!
Thanks for reading π
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Really fun to read this. Sorry about the beautiful dress.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it π
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Iβve never read a story where the antagonist was a dress. And I loved it! Excellent work!
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And the antagonist wins!!!
Thanks for reading π
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Ouch! Iβve done that before, been besotted and succumbed to a dress too small. But Iβve never done that with the zipper! π
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I wish I hadnβt either. At least itβs funny in retrospect!
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Oh my! What is it about a beautiful dress that can make fools of us? Here’s my experience with the perfect dress:
https://seekingdivineperspective.com/2019/10/14/the-vanity-of-vanity/
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Thanks for sharing! You captured that feeling of frenzied desire for something we probably don’t even need just perfectly.
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π it was definitely worth the read!
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
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