In my senior year of high school I diagnosed myself with a little something I like to call F.M.S. It stands for ‘Fear of Missing Something.’ Yeah, I made it up- but, let me explain.
It started during my winter break when I (very un-glamorously) fractured my ankle while walking down a flight of stairs. For 4 months after the incident I was confined to a cast and then a hideous grey boot. I still have nightmares about that boot. Not only was it my first major injury, but it also happened during the week my parents planned on leaving town & my high school basketball team made it to the championships. To top it all off- I also risked having to wear it during my senior trip and prom.
Luckily, the doctor gave me the green light to remove the boot days before my prom! But, I still had one problem- an older boyfriend that wanted nothing to do with prom. Agh, the anxiety of it all. So I’d say to myself ‘Play it cool, Cruz. It’s ONLY prom!’ But, that wasn’t completely true. Prom was the day most young girls looked forward to since they were even aware of the word! I mean, people make movies about this kind of stuff. Prom is a big deal; it’s the time to shine- right? I didn’t want to be stuck wondering ‘what if I had gone…’
Still, I avoided the topic. So when everyone was dress shopping and picking couples to share limos with- I sat back and watched. Secretly, I was the biggest prom geek in my crew and the only dateless one. Go figure! So I looked at my options- sulk or do something about it. I didn’t want to regret not knowing what prom was like, so I forced my best friend into being my counterpart. Up until that day I needed a crutch (literally & figuratively), so it felt good to finally take action on my own.
In less than 2 weeks I found a hot dress, killer red heels, ditched the limo and did prom my own way. I didn’t know what to expect but in my mind, I was still thinking this would be the biggest day of my life. Once I got there, I watched the couples trickle in and looked at all the gorgeous dresses in the room. And slowly, people were just grouping around me! In fact, my friends that were there with dates were equally as awkward. Prom actually wasn’t that different from a normal day in the cafeteria- except we were all in expensive dresses and lots of makeup. These were people I had known forever and I felt so silly having worried about it until that point. In fact, my expectations were too high. Once I got over that, I was able to just chill out, have fun with my friends and leave my anxiety at the door. I didn’t even care about the ‘final dance’ at the end of the night because the truth is- you are thinking about getting out of those heels & heading to the afterparty anyway.
You see, my F.M.S wasn’t about giving into the prom hype- but more about have the courage to do things I’d been too shy to admit. Why not challenge tradition? Why not do it my own way? What’s the worse thing that could happen? And if you’re still wondering about the boyfriend, he didn’t work out for the long-term either. All for the better!
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