A weird day

My long, black hair, which has a middle part, was immediately fixed by letting it fall on my rather exquisite skin as I rapidly applied minimal makeup.

Although today isn't the day, my coworkers and I rehearse before the contest, so it's almost my turn to compete.

I put on a bodycon dress that accentuated my attributes and embraced my form. I used to be fat, but I have a lovely round curve.

The dress was a dinner straight bodycon gown without a hand, but because it was tight, it tightly embraced my breast and wouldn't let go of my body.

The outfit, a dinner-length bodycon gown without a hand, was snug enough to tightly hug my breast and keep hold of my body..

I mounted it on a crimson heel that also had a little silver stone that might have been fashioned to look like a design.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "WOW, I am more than beautiful, and I don't need anyone to tell me, since I know that," as I stared in the mirror.

Well! Five years ago, a stranger said these words to me, and I can