Chic and Untroubled

I loved prom.

The food was great and the location couldn’t have been more perfect.

My date was decent and my friends sinister slamming of our other fellow classmates attire and/or dates made up for any of his inadequacies, whatever they may have been (PS: He had a few).

In a word, it was “fantastical.”

Anyways, my dress was everything a person growing up in the southwest could have ever dreamed of wearing on the cusp of adulthood: pink, cheesy, poofy, but ultimately very lovable and quite cute. At least enough to garner compliments. Both real and in my mind.

Looking back on that night, I wouldn’t have changed anything.

But if I were like the many of seniors across America who went to prom last month, the chicer, wiser, and more clever me would have totally worn this metallic Anna Sui belted dress.

Equal parts Blake Lively and 80s enthusiast, there something very charming and understated about this dress. The Shopbop models smug smile says it all: I’m cool, I know it, and in ten years I’ll be running s***. (that means you boo, in the tank top and pink Vicky Secret sweat pants. Yes, you).

And in high school, didn’t we all think that we were cooler than everybody else in our European History class?

What do you think: Chic or troubled?