Jena
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the white lace covering me from neck to toe. My shoes are still standing near the closet and as much as I can't wait to see how it will look when it all comes together, I know I won't survive standing an hour longer in those heels than I absolutely have to.The dress fits perfectly, clinging to my skin like a second layer at the top before spreading out just above my knees. The neckline dips low but it still covers most of my skin. My arms are exposed, the dress only hanging on by a few buttons at my neck, leaving my back just as exposed as my arms are. So many of my scars are on display today, but I don't feel shame or sadness when I look at them. I only feel pride, knowing that these scars show that I have survived. I have survived my fathe
