I am loved by this dress.
She graces me with a special, irreplaceable variety of joy.
Her satin body runs across my skin as I adorn her.
She is kind and delicate.
She wishes to do nothing but empower.
She flows in the wind and ignores my flaws.
Her fabric is forgiving and demands very little from me.
She makes me feel beautiful, no matter what.
She is my own blood.
Who she is.
She is a part of me.
I cannot be myself without her.
Even on her bad days
I think she is beautiful.
Fashion is not my reason to love this dress.
Color is not my reason to love this dress.
It is a special occasion.
A moment to celebrate in the clothes that our ancestors wore.
A time to revel in our heritage instead of hiding it.
My sister is the reason I love this color.
My family is the reason I wear my pride.
I love this dress because I feel beautiful in it.