Sooo, about tonights formal event... did I dress to impress or gown up for comfort? I chose the latter. They whispered did she really wear that?, but I didn't care. I put this hoodie on, knowing all night I'd feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket. And with sneakers to boot. My dress didn't ride up when I spun on the dance floor; theirs did. My sleeves covered my hands when I was nervous, theirs didn't. They gawked with contempt, but deep down they were covetous. I caught my reflection: hood up, neck warm, totally relaxed. I looked... normal. Happy. Like I dressed for me, not the room. And honestly? The room and the people felt small…like they were all holding their breath while I was livin' large. Carefree! Comfortable! Unstoppable! The Comfy Prom. Comfort so loud, I didn't hear the gossip.