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"It may be Monday, but we&amp;#x27;ve still got something to smile about. Take a little trip down memory lane, to an era of shimmering turquoise taffeta, after the jump... Reader Mary Poletti attended the Governor French Academy&amp;#x27;s &amp;quot;Winter Fest&amp;quot; in 2001 in this so-shiny-I-can-almost-see-my-reflection number by Jessica McClintock. &amp;quot;It&amp;#x27;s hard to choose a favorite or least favorite prom look because all of them were so terrible, but this is fairly representative,&amp;quot; Mary tells us. &amp;quot;I felt inadequate around the popular kids in a clearance-rack find. (For those of us at my private high school whose dads weren&amp;#x27;t cardiologists or circuit court judges, the wide array of marked-down homecoming dresses and last-chance past-season prom dresses was one perk of a February prom.) So shiny! So unflattering to what little chest I had! This might have been a nice tea-length cocktail dress in another life, but NOT here.&amp;quot; Sign up for Glamour.com&amp;amp;#8217;s Style Tips of the Week and Beauty Tip of the Day newsletters! But don&amp;#x27;t worry, dolls...every fashion misstep is really an opportunity to learn a valuable style lesson, and you better believe Mary learned hers: &amp;quot;But what really makes me a slave to fashion here is my hair -- and my eagerness to go along with how my friends were doing theirs,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;Although my hometown is considered a suburb of St. Louis, many of my close friends in high school were from very small nearby towns, country through-and-through. One of them had her mother do my prom hair in a half-up with curls and baby&amp;#x27;s breath woven through the updo. To add to the horror, my hair has always been stubbornly straight, so by the time I actually arrived at the dance, it merely looked messy. The frosting on the hick cake was my daisy corsage (a token from my parents since I &amp;#x27;went with friends&amp;#x27;). I was a slave to the worst fashion I could think of -- the misapplied fashion influence of my country friends on a city girl.&amp;quot; Here&amp;#x27;s to growing up, getting wise, and forgetting what all of your friends are doing! It feels so much better to just try and look like yourself, don&amp;#x27;t you dolls think? Thanks for sharing your photo with us, Mary! Oh, and dolls...do you think she looks like Grace Kelly compared to your own prom nightmare? PROVE IT! Send us a photo of your hilariously hideous prom dress (with details about your school, year of the prom, and dress designer, if you know it) and you just may find your own photo right here on STF! Still not following us on Twitter? What are you waiting for, dolls? Here&amp;#x27;s a little bit of what you&amp;#x27;re missing: Latest Tweets!Follow us on Twitter!jQuery(&amp;quot;.blog-tweets&amp;quot;).tweet({username:[&amp;quot;glamour_fashion&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;cindi_leive&amp;quot;], count: 3});"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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