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I just held the papers and felt something shift inside me.
I wasn’t powerless.
When I walked out that door for prom, nothing felt the same.
Not the house.
Not the people inside it.
Not even me.
They had laughed at the dress.
But they didn’t understand it.
It wasn’t about how it looked.
It was about where I came from.
What I carried with me.
What I refused to lose.
That night, I didn’t feel invisible.
