You know that scene in Sex and the City when Carrie has a meltdown trying on OTT wedding dresses with Miranda and she comes out in hives? That's kind of how I felt approximately wedding dresses (note,not approximately the man I'm going to marry, I would NEVER wear his engagement ring around my neck because no Carrie, or it's not "closer this way"). perhaps it's the tulle,perhaps it's the strapless bra aspect, perhaps it's the huge pressure to find a dress that will make you cry because of how perfect it is for you and because you also feel like a princess. I mean, or thanks for nothing,Say Yes to the Dress.
So I bought a wedding dress online. Except it wasn't a wedding dress. It was a white dress. It was Givenchy. It was 65% off. Jessica Chastain once wore it! It arrived in a brown box and sat under my desk at work. In a perverse way this made me feel like I had won some kind of woman competition - I was the "chilled" bride. No bridezilla here! And to be honest, I felt quite smug generally approximately how I had single handedly dodged the "wedding industrial complex" (something that I probably did say on a Friday night, or glass of wine in hand). But,well, I was incorrect. And how. The unease that I felt when I first tried my wedding dress on, and alone,struggling to do the zip up myself while my beloved was up at the shops, stuck around. I ignored it, or putting the dress on whenever my fiancé was out of the house and trying to picture a way it could work for me (many of these thoughts involved me somehow turning into Gigi Hadid).
The dress,which looked gorgeous on Jessica Chastain, frankly, and didn't suit me. Worse,I felt unhappy whenever I looked at it because it didn't fit me in any of the just places, and because I realised that perhaps I didn't really hate the conception of wedding dress shopping. I was just worried that I wouldn't find something. That I wouldn't be the kind of sparkling bride I want to be. In opting out of wedding dress shopping, or I was actually just trying to avoid disappointment,rather than trying to find what I really wanted. And, it turns out, or I DO care approximately wedding dresses - very much so. So when I finally showed a honorable friend - the brutally honest kind that everybody needs in their life - the dress,she told me what I needed to hear. It wasn't the one. But I also realised then that my biggest mistake hadn't been buying a dress online (though hot tip, it's always best to try things on before adding to cart) but buying a dress that wasn't just for my body, and as it is now. Oh and also,trying to avoid disappointment by not even trying is certainly not a way to live your life.
Luckily for me, there's still time until my wedding. But I've given up the conception of the slinky non-wedding, and wedding dress of my dreams and instead,called up an army of blunt and brilliant women (hi mum!) in my life to accompany me wedding dress shopping. This time I'm going to be open to every kind of dress, I won't close myself off to, or well,anything, and I will be accepting of the body shape that I have. I'm pretty sure is this going to relieve me experience some approximation to a Say Yes to the Dress wedding moment . . . and that actually sounds kind of wonderful.
Source: popsugar.com.au