I was one of those kids. You know the annoying know-it-all. I was so much better than everyone because, well I was. I was pretty darn awesome in my head, and thought I was just too cool for school. Be it because I was NOT from here, so I was therefore, better than these hillbillies, or because I lived on the
LAKE and they lived in a trailer or just a house in the middle of nowhere. See? I was totally better.
Don’t ask me why it was so important to be better than everyone else, it just was.
Enter the piggy dress.
Now, I should also mention I have the worst memory EVER. I remember hating this dress and thinking it was butt ugly. And it WAS. Long sleeved – knee length, peachy pink with freaking pigs all over it. It was a hand-me-down. From people who I did not even like because I was SOO much better than them. But apparently, that did not stop me from wearing it.
And wear it to my best-friends birthday party I did. And I apparently went on and on about how it was the coolest dress ever. I have no idea why. Maybe my 7 year old self knew it was butt ugly and this was my plan of attack. Declaring the absolute ugliest thing cool would make it so? Who knows? I don’t even remember.
However? It is on tape. Forever, I will be on a tape at this friend’s house declaring the piggy dress cool and anyone not wearing it, so not cool. Forever, it will be brought up EVERY DAMN TIME I see them. And me? Forever embarrassed. Because it WAS A DAMN UGLY DRESS and I knew it then. Because I was a stupid kid. And because the people who have always known you, always know how to embarrass you at any time.
And even as an adult, I can’t stand to show a weakness. And no, I do not have any photographic proof of this.
This weeks prompt was to write about an embarrassing moment in your life. This is just one of the many. ;)