When prom season arrived, my daughter Emma was more excited than anyone. She had spent months talking about the perfect dress, the music, and the memories she hoped to make with her friends. But every dress shop we visited seemed determined to crush her excitement. Some stores didn’t carry her size, while others made insensitive comments that left her fighting back tears. After weeks of searching, Emma stopped looking at dresses altogether and quietly accepted that prom simply wasn’t meant for someone like her.
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