So seeing that it's 289 days until December 7th (the dreaded day of my quince), might as well share what's happening so far. We got the dress over the weekend, a dusty rose dress that is kinda pretty. We also spent a few days fighting over the colors I wanted. I decided on dusty rose, this pretty blue color called Moonlight from coolor.co, burgundy, and silver. Also, another few days of fighting led us to agree on the candy table layout. That isn't what I wanted to highlight, so let's go back to the dress, because oh. MY. GOODNESS. 

      We got my dress at this place called Moda 2000. Why is it called that, you ask? Your guess is as good as mine. The inside was just PINK. STRAIGHT UP PINK WALLS, PINK CEILINGS, PINK FURNITURE, PINK EVERYTHING. My eyes were burning at the sight of all this and it didn't help the music in the background was literally the Barbie soundtrack without the Billie Eilish, Tame Impala, Sam Smith and memeable Ken songs. In attendance to this pink nightmare were my parents, my grandparents, my tia, and my 2 traviesa cousins (ages 2 & 4), who ran around the store the minute they walked in. As my family made line for check in, I was in charge of supervising my cousins as we walked around. My 2 year old cousin Elianna ROASTED me by pointing to a black dress and saying it was for me. Look, I listen to "emo" music, but I am NOT, I repeat, NOT emo. If I was, I wouldn't have wavy brown hair, my 4 ring power band (hair ties in pink, orange, teal, and red) and be listening to Orchestral Pop ON TOP of Blink, Linkin Park, Green Day, AND The Offspring. Why can't y'all let me listen to good music judgement free? Going back to my cousin, I told her and my 4 year old cousin Azaliah to find me a dress that looked like the soldier in the Hybrid Theory album cover. They instantly ran to the clearance section and found a dress that was absolutely perfect in color. I tried that one with another butterfly dress and the dusty rose one. In a nutshell, the Hybrid Theory was false and the butterfly dress had a really long train, which I HATED. I don't like a large train as it could be a tripping hazard. When I came out in the dusty rose, my family couldn't believe how I looked in it. They knew this was the one, so we said yes. Our stylist then asked us if we wanted to do the announcement, Instagram reel, and dance, all of which I denied until my mom said "We'll just do the announcement." So I was forced to their castle backdrop for pictures with my cousin and that's when the announcement came. 

     At that moment, I felt rage and pain. To be called out in front of so many other families and let alone have this STUPID airhorn and song choice, I wanted to just slump and cry. And after the humiliation, fights over colors, fights over the candy table layout, and pain remaining from the petticoat they put me in for the dresses, I had a mental breakdown yesterday, and it was my first anxiety attack. I uncontrollably cried in the shower as my hives (which is STILL THERE) appeared around my waist (where the petticoat was). I spent 5 minutes crying on the shower floor until I calmed myself down. I still feel the pain, but it was my natural way of saying that I need a break from making decisions about my quince. Don't let stress get to you, take it one step at a time. For me, I was one step too close to the edge, and I broke.