To My Friends On Prom Night
This is the night we've dreamt about for months. We've pictured it in our minds a thousand times over, imagined our dress, the way it would twirl around our legs when we spun in the mirror, the gentle warmth of a hand on our backs for pictures, the bubbling excitement we’d feel stepping into the limo or onto the dance floor.
This is the dream night, the night that culminates our high school experience—the night that will forever be a hazy, beautiful dream we’ll carry in our memories.
I hope it’s everything you've imagined.
I hope your dress fits just right and your smile stretches across your face effortlessly in every picture. I hope you have a date that makes you laugh, or if you don’t, that you surround yourself with the friends who love you endlessly. I hope your make-up brightens your face just the way you want it, or that you decide to embrace your natural beauty. I hope your hair falls perfectly, and that the curls frame your smile. I hope that as you’re getting ready, you feel beautiful, inside and out.
But I hope you know that this night isn't everything. Yes, this is the night glorified in every high school movie. It’s the precious night, the special night, the night that’s supposed to be all you've ever wanted. And for you, I hope it is.
But it’s okay if your prom night isn't perfect. It’s okay if someone steps on your train or if you make a silly face in some of the pictures. It’s okay if your heel breaks, okay if you didn't get your make-up done, and okay even if it rains and your hair gets a little frizzy.
Sometimes imperfections, sometimes the things we can’t plan for, are the things we remember the most. Not because they were terrible, not because they ruined our plans, but because they gave our night some character. Something to stick out, to remember, to look back on. Because they become the things we will never forget.
So I hope you laugh on your prom night. I hope you don’t take things too seriously or stress yourself out trying to have a flawless, picture-perfect evening. I hope you eat and don’t try to starve yourself into your dress. I hope you take a bunch of pictures, and some of them silly just because. I hope you don’t keep yourself from dancing like a fool because you don’t want to look dishevelled. I hope you learn how to walk without wobbling in your heels, and I hope that you eventually take them off and dance dance dance.
This is a night that yes, we will always remember.
But I want to remember it for the way we laughed, for how messy our hair got from dancing, for how tired we were from jumping and laughing all night. I want us to remember it for the hugs we shared with people we care about, for the way it felt to be dressed like a princess. It's not really about this one night, but about the celebration of who we've become and the people around us.
So I hope you celebrate it, and celebrate it well.
Every imperfection, every smudged line of mascara, every tongue-out photo, every stepped on hem of your dress—I hope you enjoy all of that. I hope you remember it forever.
Having a perfect night is overrated.
So I guess I don’t hope our night is everything we imagined.
I hope it’s even more.