Q: Did you go to your prom? If so, what was it like?
Yes, I did go to prom! The year was 1991 and I was about a week shy of my 16th birthday. My parents were very strict on the whole "no dating before 16" rule, the rule that magically dictates when an adolescent is responsible enough to be let out of the house to cavort with a *GASP* boys. Since I was so close to that magic number, Mom and Dad allowed me to go on this ONE. DATE.
The dress I wore was worn by my three sisters above me - it was purchased by my oldest sister, so I had years to fantasize about the day I'd get to wear it. By the time I was 15.98 years old, I had developed quite a womanly body. I had a huge rack which I was extremely self-conscious of, and the dress I wore provided about a half-inch of cleavage whose exposure left me feeling mortified and nearly naked the entire night. The thought of someone actually seeing that skin, the thought of my boobs being seen as something even slightly sexual, made me incredibly anxious.
I would have felt more comfortable dressed as a nun.
I was taller than my date which added to the insecurities I had already felt, so all night I felt like a half-naked sasquatch - albeit a pretty half-naked sasquatch. In spite of my physical hang-ups, I really did have a fun time. We doubled with my sister Amy and her now-husband, and had some good clean fun like good Mormon girls do.
Now you can't go to prom without getting pictures taken, right?? Typical pose, typical theme, typical HUGE hair and '90s bangs-to-heaven. What is not typical however, is what was peeking out from beneath my dress...yup, those are fucking TOES. Even though I towered over my poor date the whole night, I did not want to have the evening commemorated with an actual photo of sasquatch, so I removed my shoes right before we were posed. I never stopped to think that my incredibly long, finger-like toes encased in white nylons, would photo-bomb our picture.
I remember hoping my date trashed his set of pictures, as I pretty much ruined them with my peek-a-boo-playing paws.
So there's my story about prom. Thank you for asking that question Stacia, I always enjoy a good laugh whenever I think of that night and see this picture. It's too bad that dress isn't still around. Amanda would totally rock those polka dots!