I was shining. I was beautiful. My friends always tell me that I'm lucky to have everything. If only they knew what happens behind closed doors. If only they bear witness to my day-to-day suffering or the still-fresh wounds etched in my moon-white skin, covered by thick layers of fabric to hide from everyone’s sight. My father made sure of that.
A long-sleeve dress that reaches the floor was my armor tonight, my head and my hands are the only ones aren’t covered in this shimmering dress. A perfect unbroken doll to be displayed. That's what I was tonight.
Whereas my sister, Amber...she was wearing a sleeveless metallic red knee-length dress with an exposed back and front. Her cleavage could slap anyone who dared stare at it for too long.
Though both of us knew I was always the most beautiful and sexier one, my father and sister made sure that no one knew that.
I was suffocated in this dress while she, on the other hand, could breathe freely with her provocative attire. I think that my father made sure I would never be able to move carefree tonight by letting me wear this birthday mess of a dress.