My Wedding Dress And I Have Kissed And Made Up
That beautiful wedding dress of mine is still not my BFF, but I no longer hate her and call her a bitch in my sleep. A previous post about my wedding dress can be summed up by saying I find the dress beautiful, but I ordered a size that I was not by the time the dress came in.
I left the shop after my first fitting feeling like a stuffed sausage, and feeling pressure from my mother to lose weight rather than have the dress altered.
I somehow managed to only go to yoga once in that month. That means I was messing up my New Year’s Resolution and possibly sabotaging my wedding.
I got to the dress shop with one of my bridesmaids on Thursday. The seamstress was there, ready to take measurements for alterations in case they couldn’t get my overweight ass into the dress.
She began zipping me into the dress. It didn’t go up easily, but she didn’t call someone from the front to help. She just had me hold the waist of the dress closer to my body. Then she zipped up the whole dress. It didn’t zip with ease, let me repeat, but it zipped!
And I could breathe! I was so relieved. Don’t get me wrong, I still had side boob, and Oprah arms. Yet I could breathe! I felt like I might be able to eat, and dance, and breathe in this dress on my wedding day.
One thing was clear at this point: the dress was too small. Extolling the value of breathing didn’t change the fact that it was still too tight and I’d be uncomfortable all day unless I lost more weight or got the dress altered. The seamstress gave a big speech about the alterations she could do to make the dress fit.
Then she leaned in close, out of the ear range of the store owner, and told me I really just needed to lose another 1-3 pounds and I’d be fine. I appreciated her not trying to coerce me into signing up for a couple hundred dollars in alterations when I could just take my ass back to yoga once or twice before the wedding and be fine.
Wedding alterations are really expensive and not an expense I’m trying to incur with only 3 weeks to go until the wedding.
So I will go back to yoga. And I will hope I shrink just enough to fit comfortably in my dress. And I will be hopeful that they steam my dress and get all those beautiful 3D flowers on the bodice to lay down right since I will need that to distract from my side boob.