My religious family is afraid of my dress. I have this dress that, whenever I wear it, I get a lot of attention from men. It’s not slutty or anything. I got it at this random store I found on a road trip. It was secluded deep in the desert and had a bunch of magic-inspired souvenirs (I got these sweet looking pentagram salt and pepper shakers too). The dress was torn in a few places but it was like nothing I had ever seen so I got it and fixed it up. My mother wants me to burn the dress because she thinks it is cursed. I’m an atheist and don’t believe in magic so I am definitely not burning this cute dress. The situation amuses me though because it’s literally pieces of fabric sewn together.