And I remember when I got the White Dress; it was so clear that it was the only one for me. I knew it right away. As the years went on, things got more difficult—I was faced with more challenges. I tried not to give it away. I tried to remember what 'we' had at the beginning.

It was charismatic, magnetic, electric—and everybody knew it. When I walked in, every man’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to me. I was like this hybrid, this mix of a woman who couldn’t contain herself. I always felt torn between having a good White Dress or missing out on all the opportunities that life could offer a woman as magnificent as me beyond a piece of clothing. In that way, I let go of the White Dress—but I loved it.

I loved it, I loved it, I loved it.

And I still love it. And I miss it.