That Dress

The day of my christening I had my outfit on, it was given to me by my Godmother,
My Mother held me then gave my to the Priest as I was dipped into Holy Water like you would dip food in sauce. In out, In out, my filth was cleaned of my new pale skin and at that moment I was dressed into my outfit.
Heads turned at the site of me in my angel-like dress which now doesn’t fit me sadly.
Today I look back at it thinking I should get a bigger version but now I realise that my style has changed, I will love that dress forever more but never will I dress the same.