Once upon a time, there existed a vintage dress.
A beautiful floral, corseted dress.
Whose warped ribs dug into my sides and gave my chest a silhouette a-la Madonna's pointy bra.
You can't tell in this photograph because clearly my silly grin fools all.
Just for the record.
Beauty =/= Pain
Thus, I cut the damn dress up.
And made another pretty apron, of course.