OOTD: BEST DRESSED.

I bitched.

I moaned.

I fucking NAILED IT. 

On April 20, 2015, as the Parliamentarian of Delta Zeta took the stage to announce the best dressed award I squirmed in my seat. Before chapter, everyone had been quite loud about how flawless I was looking. I had just gotten a brand new ombré and had done my make up to match my outfit. I was wearing a brand new neon pink and white skirt with a shiny, J Crew blouse, neon pink beads with diamonds on my necklace, and new pointed-toe heels that I had literally gone to buy that morning to secure my spot as best dressed. Let me tell you, it was worth it. She looked around the room, holding the sash and tiara high for all to gawk at, and announced "the best dressed award goes to Maura Oates."

I screamed.

Everyone around me screamed.

It was a Christmas miracle! 

I ran to the stage to accept the award that has always been rightfully mine. I took the sash and tiara out of her hands and put it on before even returning to my seat. Everyone was cheering for me, knowing how badly I have always wanted this. "Give us a twirl!" the president of my sorority shouted from the stage. I gave a twirl with the fattest smile on my face and responded "I'm never giving this back" while holding on tight to my tiara. Everyone laughed, as if I was joking, but I would've worn that plastic piece of trash every day of my life if I could. 

OOTD: How to Apparently Not Win Best Dressed

The best and worst part of being in a sorority is weekly chapter meetings. While there is nothing I love more than dressing up like a classy business woman and seeing all my friends, I could do without the girls asking stupid questions and wasting time that I could be using to watch Hart of Dixie on Netflix. My sorority gives out a weekly sash and tiara to the girl who is voted best dressed by our parliamentarian.  Every week, I show up to chapter, positive that it is my week to win. However, apparently, it is never my week to win. I follow all the dress codes, always wear my pin, and am always showered with compliments upon my arrival, but none of it is good enough for the tiara. This week I wore a J Crew button down with gem neckline and a J Crew, magenta pencil skirt with matching magenta, pointed heels, and even a Lilly Pulitzer bow in the Delta Zeta pattern just to suck up. But of course, I did not win. When your bow, lips, skirt, shoes, and purse match flawlessly, you should be awarded for your success. Instead, I am simply medicated for my OCD. Sometimes things are unfair.