OMG! This is the article I always wanted to write but didn't know it.

I have a ton of memories of lovely, lose, amazing dresses that I wore until they were threadbare. None of them were about highlighting my waist, but some happen to in unusual ways. I way happy in them, and I felt they were beautiful in a unique way, which stood out. Most people would have called them ugly, or at least different. But I loved they way they flowed on my body, the way I moved in them, and found them flattering in the way something that feels so right on your body can't help but flatter you.