MORP = PROM backwards, first and foremost.

Hey again, it’s me.

So in January there’s a dance coming up which is kinda like Prom, but it’s for 11th and 12th graders (Prom’s just for 12th). Apparently, I was going long before I knew. It started a few weeks back when I was chilling out at my friend’s house, and M. suddenly asked [From this point I’ll type everything that was said]

"So, are we getting a limo to Morp?"

"Why do you guys need a limo for Morp?

"What do you mean ‘Why do you guys?’ You’re going to!"

"… I’m going to Morp?" I turn to my boyfriend. "Are we going to Morp?"

"Are we?" he asked.

"I don’t know… Do you want to?"

"Do you?"

"I-"

"You guys have to come! We’re making you! So are we gonna get a limo?"

…… We had no say in the matter. -.-

I don’t mind going to dances or spending a Saturday night with my boyfriend, but the main issue: A freaken’ dress.  I absolutely despise wearing a dress. I have no problem when other people wear dresses and I like to help my friends pick out dresses, but I can’t stand in being one myself. I… just think I feel stupid in one. I’ve never really had any self-esteem issues and I never thought I look half bad, but I look at me in a dress and I laugh out of feeling like a… freak or something.

As I’ve said before, I don’t feel like I’m in the wrong body or anything, it’s just that dresses, skirts, and make up and stuff make me feel very uncomfortable. I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s like I look like a really crappy version of me. People say  "I don’t see why you don’t like looking like a girl, you’ve got such a cute figure that could work with cute clothes! Why do you always buy baggy things when it does nothing for you?", but I just don’t care. If I don’t feel like showing off my legs, then big whoop. Who cares? Whenever I do wear a skirt that one time of year, people always look at me and the stupid guys in my class look at me too: Are they seriously that shallow to actually pay attention once I show some skin?

I wanna buy a suit so bad for the dance, but my friends are coming with me when I go shopping and my mom’s paying for it, so I can’t evade it. My impending doom is fast approaching. -.-

~Sara