Dear Red Dress,
I miss you! You were always snug in the right places. I loved you because you didn’t make me look fat. We complemented each other – my skin tone and your redness were perfect together.
We turned some heads back then. As a new mom, I didn’t think I would turn any heads ever again. I had gotten so used to wearing sweatshirts and jeans. I’m lucky if I could manage to run a comb through my hair. But you made me feel pretty again.
I hope to find another dress like you someday. What are the chances of finding a dress as perfect as you? I’m not sure where you are anymore but I hope somebody loves you as I did.