It started with a dress...

All this started because of a dress. A beautiful dress. A dress that fit perfect and was perfect for the occasion. It flattered but didn't show off inappropriately. A dress that was too expensive, that I didn't need. I had another dress that would be fine but not perfect. Oh yes, I needed that perfect dress. That evening I walked into an event in Chicago and needed a new perfect shield of armor to wear into the battle. You know the one, the battle of the critical eyes of judgement residing in unfamiliar faces who will never really know me. I prepare by creating what would be the best perceived persona I could conjure. Is that wrong? Absolutely nothing is wrong with getting a beautiful dress. My motivation to get that beautiful dress is wrong for more reasons then I realized in that moment. I through down the plastic and that beautiful dress regretfully became my armor for the evening. This is my journey, that is everything and nothing, about a dress...