I walked into the dressing room with these four dresses that were the least of my choices. I looked around to find more girls pilling into the store, I shut the blinds on the door and change into my first dress.. where’s the mirror.. wheres the fucking mirror?! the woman opens the door and tells me to walk out to see myself.. oh no. not infront of all the girls. she attempts to get me out but I nudge and stay, she pulls me out and I couldnt even reach my eyes to the mirror. I hid behind my arms and just ran back in. They were all staring at me. What were they thinking? that I looked fat? yes. that I was disgusting? yes. I was teasing myself, making fun of everything I was. I snatch up my clothes and quickly start putting them back on. fuck the other dresses, I want to leave. fuck prom. fuck everything. The lady comes back in and asks whats wrong, I say Im fine. She tells me to try on another dress. I say no. She asks me why again and I start crying. Infront of some random woman I dont know. She goes to hug me and tells me that I’m beautiful and that I should never cry for any reason again. She pulls off the last dress and says, “dont give up sweetie, come on. at least try this one on.. and if you dont like it.. than you can leave” so I just give up and think ‘why not’ and put it on. I look down. ew I definitely look fat. I dont want to the leave the dressing room agian. I feel the tears building up behind my eyes. The woman opens the door. She gasps. I get nervous and look around the room. My mom’s in awe, and the girls start to tell me that I look stunning.. I take a step out and to my surprise.. there was an absolutely beautiful young woman looking back at me from the mirror. Was this me? this was me.. I looked.. beautiful. I couldnt believe it. Thankyou for having faith in me, thankyou for not letting me give up and walk away. I owe that lady my confidence.