Three years ago today I bought a dress. I don't remember anything about the process by which I chose it - probably it was one of about ten that didn't pool around my feet or make me look like a stuffed salmon or a victim of tuberculosis. For the first four or five hours afterward it stayed in my closet and I couldn't bring myself to look at it, because to look at it would acknowledge that it existed, and therefore the reason that I bought it existed as well. It was hard to ignore. I don't think I've... read more
