As I’m telling you this, I realize how cliché I sound. I don’t dance well. I hate dresses. And I’ve had one boyfriend before in my life and it ended terribly. But they’re all totally true. The second one is the one that I’m focusing on right now. Let me tell you the story of why I hate dresses okay.
I was in the 6th grade and it was picture day; everything tragic happens on picture day. My mom dressed me in a bright yellow dress and I actually liked it. I had black ballet shoes on, too. I had my hair in pig tails and I was ready to take on the camera.
There was one problem, though. We had recess before picture time and I, being the hyperactive child that I was, decided that girls can play sports too, even if they’re wearing dresses without shorts on under it. I was playing football, when
