Ok..sooo, I went shopping for a dress right? And the thing is my mom picked out a dress, and it was similar to something that a friend once wore. And all I could remember about it was how it made her look older, and more mature. So we bought the dress, and she went shopping for my bro, and left me alone. I started looking around, when I found a quirky cute dress. It was brown with polka dots, and adorable. Now here's the thing about me. Yes i'm "big" and yes, I'm short. But I'm also crazy, and my friends love me. So now, I find the dress that will match not just my awesome butterfly jewelry, but also my personality. But once she sees it, she totally hates it. She doesn't even let me try it on! And thus for some reason, I got depressed, and now, I feel as though my mom wants me to be mature, and ready. I hate this. I don't hate my mom, or my life (that much) but it kills me to think like this. When I get out of middle school forever, I want to be known as the girl who looked quirky, and cute in a crazy way, not mature and studious.
~Nadie se ama
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