The Dress

It was beautiful. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it, not a thread out of place, the hand-crafted perfection made specifically for me by the amazingly talented Vera Wang company. Nothing could be more perfect than it already was. But that was the problem. How could something so utterly flawless be bestowed upon such an infantile chaotic being with a past that perfectly reflects the opposite of what I am about to portray? I've always wanted simple. Simple is easy. Simple is what anyone's ever dreamed of, in a perfectly happy relationship, full of smiles and festivities and whatever else so-called 'simple' entails. The word simple in our society is commonly confused with perfection. A reflection of the absolute impossibility and complexity that simple demands. How can I marry when I don't love? Let alone wear a dress portraying the impossible standards society creates. Society sucks and so does my fiancé.