Every teenage girl has been there- you’re standing in front of a multi-directional mirror, eyes glittering and heart a-flutter. All eyes in the store are on you . As you swish around in the perfect cocktail length dress, you acknowledge that it was absolutely worth ripping off the hanger and pushing past every jealous girl who dared to eye your dress with envy. They didn’t matter any more, that dress was on you now. It complimented your skin tone in the only way the perfect combination of chiffon and satin can and sparkled like a diamond fresh off the press from Tiffany & Co. As it seemed angels descended and God himself open the heavens to praise your perfect dress, you take a glance to your right and all seems to drop from a perfect TLC moment to a poorly produced Hallmark tragedy. It’s your mother. And she's giving you a look kinda like this… Your heart sinks as the heavens close and the rhinestones that once glittered willfully seem to all fade into d...