The night before I got married, my dad walked up to me holding a small, green box.
He handed it to me and said "I know you don't like jewelry."
Inside was a beautiful necklace; a sliver circle with a diamond in the middle. It is maybe the prettiest thing I own.
I very rarely wear it. Not because I don't like jewelry. It's just that I don't know what to do with it. It makes me kind of nervous, and maybe a bit self-conscious.
All of the jewelry I wear on a regular basis is rather plain and unassuming. I have spent the majority of my life trying to blend into my surroundings, to not draw attention to myself.
I guess I feel like jewelry is just... Something. I don't really know what. Not meant for me? I don't know.
But sometimes, I put on my necklace that my dad chose for me, and I go look in the mirror. And I remind myself that, once, someone thought I should have something that beautiful.
And then I take it off and put it safely away again.
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