A new day came, and it was the day Blake had chosen to wear the pink dress; wanting to get it over and worn with so that she could go back to wearing clothes that actually said something about her. She hated the idea of wearing dresses let alone pink ones but it was either that or seeing a psychiatrist and that was a big fat no. It was going to make her feel like there was something wrong with her and there wasn’t, she was just different and no one should have to be punished for being different.
The dress was lemonade and she wore it with a dark blue denim jacket and a pair of white canvas, and when she made her way down the stairs and mom saw her, her eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky. Seeing her daughter in pink was like seeing a unicorn and it was beautiful. It was something s
