This Corset Dress

As I begin my search for beaty
This dress doesn't look right.
Such a simple blue dress,
Not fitting quite right.

As I move down the aisle
Blues, pinks, purples, and greens
So many gowns for such a special night.
My first formal dance.

As I contemplate on whether to stick with "me"
Or branch out and be like everyone.
I try to be pretty and skinny too.
Nothing is working.

As I pick another dress
A redish orange dress
I slip it on over my figure.
It simply doesn't look right.

As I find the perfect dress
I check out
Hoping it was the right choice,
For hopefully the right night.

As I make my attempt at beauty
My mother helps me with my hair
My sister with my make up
And my hands with my dress.

My heart begins to accelerate
At a speed I've never known.
As I desend the stairs to my date,
I hope he enjoys the sight I was so determined to make.

As we walk through the doors of the dimmly lit dance room
All eyes turn
And my heart nearly stops.
He whispers in my ear, "Perfect".

We dance the night away
We kiss every minute
We hold each other tightly.
I knew this was the dress was perfect.

As I gather the courage
To tell him why I try so hard
I look down at the beautiful purple corsetted dress I decided on,
And gently touch his hand
And with all the confidence I've gained from the dressed that is simply "me"
I spoke to him,
"I love you".