Personal Narrative-The Dress

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The Dress
Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt beautiful for the first time in a very long time. This was it! I knew I had found the dress of my dreams. How could this dress be so important to me? Others did not understand at all, but I knew I just had to have it. It was the first dress where I felt comfortable in my own skin. I looked back into the mirror, and I saw the most beautiful red dress that hugged my hips and had just enough beading to make me feel like a princess. I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I saw this dress. My heart was happy because I was going to be the girl in the red dress.
When I flipped over the price tag, all of my dreams were crushed. This dress was way out of my parent’s budget. They saw how much my eyes lit up and how much I wanted this dress, but they had their rules set. Devastation came over me. My emotions spilled all over the place. Tears trickled down my face. No one understood how much I wanted this dress. It wasn’t just a dress to me; it showed me that I was beautiful. My heart felt heavy over such a petty thing. Some would even
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I was so bitter that I did not look for a dress until the weekend before. Unfortunately, I ended up with a dress that was in no comparison to the red dress. After walking down the stage to lead out, I realized there was two more girls that had this less than mediocre dress. To my dismay I was still very bitter, but I have learned to set your standards low so they won’t be broken. Yes, this sounds like an insanely, terrible philosophy, but nevertheless it’s my philosophy. I use this frame of mind so I’ll never be this devastated or hurt again. I set my expectations low for my grades, so if I, in reality, made a high grade I will be much more pleased with myself, than if I were to make a grade that was lower than my expectations. I tend to do this a lot in life whether it be for a dress, grades, or in my

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