Prom is supposed to be one of those amazing, magical, special, unforgettable nights. And it is, so long as you don't worry too much or put too much pressure on the night. I mean, look, you just finished 4 long years of rigorous school work, you deserve to wild out if even just for a night. Here is, My Prom Story. 

I remember it like it was yesterday... I had watched all the movies and all the tv shows, seen all the YouTube videos my little eyes could see and I was ready for from. I had this thing down to a science. After begging my mom to drive down to the USA to pick out the perfect dress, I fell in love with this royal red floor-length one shoulder gown that had gold embroidery over the one shoulder.  It was gorgeous and it made me feel gorgeous. 

I had intended to lose a few founds before the big night, but there I was a few pounds heavy so my arms looked like wings in all my photos. Not to worry, my extra cushion was not going to ruin my night.

In High School, I had very few friends. Like actual close friends that I considered my ride-or-die crew. Which is great so long as they all knew each other. My closest friends had very different groups, so when it came time to choose who to rent a limo with, let just say that no matter which ride I chose I was going to be with a few close friends and a whole lot of strangers. Whatever, that was not going to ruin my night. 

Two days before prom, I got my first acrylic french manicure. My nails were little stubs at this point because of biting them so much so my manicure looked as though I had little nubs for fingernails. And I swear one of them were crooked! But that freaking middle finger that got slammed into mom's door twice, the one that just wont stand straight anymore causing my manicure to be less than perfect was not going to ruin my night.

My aunt is a hair dresser so the morning of Prom, I went over to her house to have my hair pinned up on my head. It was a messy loose curl piece she attached onto my sleeked back straightened hair. I thought I looked amazing! In hindsight, the style made me look very much like a 12 year old, like I really needed any help. Whatever, I still looked gorgeous!

In High School, makeup was my secret pleasure so I did not wear too much in public. For my Prom makeup I went really light on the face and eyes. Something I seriously wish I didn't because my makeup melted off before I even got onto the dance floor, and in pictures my eyes looked like two little floating white spots like a polka-doted shirt. With my pearly white teeth as the seam. But I did not mind this too much.  I still looked great.

That year, my last year of High School, I had my first real boyfriend. He was on the football team one of the popular guys and he was a year older than me. Total catch. In hind sight I think its safe to say say that he liked me more than I did him, but I didn't mind. I was actually getting ready to break up with him a few months after we had gotten together around November when he broke up with me. He actually dumped me because I was being distant. I wanted out anyway and couldn't find an excuse so I was fine with it.

What I wasn't fine with was when I found out that he was creeping behind my back with some girl that I don't particularly like. Taking her to basketball games and out for lunch. I saw all the photos on Instagram, not even discrete. 

It wasn't one of my finer moment, but I actually followed him home from school (he lived right across the street from school, I'm not that much of a stalker!) because I try not to believe things unless I've seen them myself. And there he was, walking hand-in-hand with that girl. I think I stepped on a branch and he heard me from behind him. He saw me and quickly let go of her hand. That was when I knew. I turned on my heels and walked away.

For the next few months, I got calls and messages everyday from him saying he wanted me back, and that the girl made everything up and that I was his everything. That was the longest 3 month relationship I have ever had because it dragged out for about a year later because he simply wouldn't stop calling. And a year after that since he kept trying to get in touch with me when I was in University but that's a story for another day.

Back to Prom, if you're still with me, you'll find a point to this background story. Where was I... Ah yea, prom night. 

I went to prom with one of my best guy friends and let me tell you, I had one of the best nights. And yes, I got my prom proposal. He showed up to my house (when I was in sweats I might add) and stood on my lawn with 4 huge bristol-board's and asked me to prom (I think I still have them in my closet, so cute right!).

Anyway, there I was taking pictures with my friends, when in walks my ex-boyfriend with this same girl on his arm. My ex-boyfriend who graduated a year earlier. My ex-boyfriend who wanted me back and would do "anything to start over." Yes, that ex-boyfriend just walked in the building arm-in-arms with that same girl. 

Was I phased... obviously, but did I let it show... HELL NO!

I flicked my non existing hear over my shoulders (it was pinned up on my head) and carried on with my night. I made sure to dance till my hearts content with all my friends, all the the cute guys, and took cute photos with them - as for my ex- ...I paid him no mind. 

Then I went over to a friends house for an after-party and let me tell you, that was when the real fun began. I would say more, but that's a story for another time. 

One more thing before I go, when I finally answered his text, my ex-boyfriend had the audacity to tell me that the girl's mom forced him to go to prom with her? Forced? No one can make you do something you don't want to do. If he really wanted me back, he would have stoped talking to that heifer, and asked me to my prom. They dated shortly after I went away for University so there's no denying that something was going on between them. And you know what, after they broke up, he was still calling me! I love me some music but when I comes to boys is no replays for me. I don't double-dip. 

That's my prom story. I'd love to hear your reactions and how yours went if you already went to prom. 

Don't sweat the small stuff and have plenty of fun! 

-xoxo