This is the story of a black dress with a white sash and flowers. I needed to be dressed in both black and formal clothes for an event the day I wore this dress (I promise it was not a funeral), so I just wore it with black everything except for a white lace headband to play with a vintage style, simple silver jewelry, and nude pumps with ankle straps. Honestly I would rather have preferred to wear some T-strap heels, but I didn't have any handy. This post was never planned to be written, but as the day went on I realized this dress brought a certain power that needed to be documented. This is the story of my eldest sister's college graduation dress. First of all, this dress is so classically flattering because of its simple shape and waistline. I can imagine that when my sister wears it, the belt perfectly cinches the smallest part of her waist, creating a lovely silhouette. The flair of the skirt is just enough that it doesn't shrink people such as my sister and me who are already short and its sweetheart neckline adds a little drama with a 50's touch. But this dress is more than its fabric or its shape. This dress is the product of someone's years of struggling diligence in the face of their endeavor with 17 years of the education system. It is me being able to ask her for advice because I want to know what she did to get to the day where she wore this dress. It is not knowing whether or not she would have been able to find a job in this economy, but preparing herself for that situation anyways. It is the memory of the day I watched my sister walk on to a stage and become the first person in our family to complete college. My eldest sister is there for me day in and day out, and writing about this dress has truly been an insight into the importance she has in our family. It may be just a dress, but it has a story behind it that signifies the aspiration of many people to live up to something bigger than themselves. My other sister is graduating college this year, and I can't wait to watch her walk across that stage, too. And hey, one day it's going to be me up there. Photography by Karen Kaur
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