- 6 years ago
- Wedding: October 2012
So, I’ve been on a very slow, but very successful weightloss journey. I’ve lost about 60 lbs since my heaviest weight back in 2010.(That’s my wake-up call picture- at a friends wedding back in 2009)
When I went dress shopping this past January, I told my bridal consultant that I am very serious about losing weight for the wedding. I tried on a size 18 gown which, at the time, fit me like a glove. See below.
My consultant assured me the size 18 would work even if I lost more weight. She promised the corset could be laced up tighter and the gown would still look good. I’ve had my dress in my closet since it arrived in March and I’ve taken it out and played dress-up here and there, not really noticing much of a difference in my size. I couldn’t lace it up properly by myself, so of course it seemed normal to be a little loose.
Me playing dress up a month ago in my brand new size 18 gown
So one weekend I take my dress to my mom’s house so we can play around with bustle ideas. My mom temporarily laces me up and she says “Have you lost weight? This corset seems to be getting really close over your lower back and butt”
Here is the last pics she snapped of me in the size 18:
One week later is my official alterations appointment with Davids Bridal. I am excited to see my dress all bustled up and pretty and finally having a reason to wear it for a few minutes. The alterations assistant comes into the booth to show my mom how to properly lace my dress…which is a process. I’m standing there, holding the dress in place while she agressively tugs at the strings, lacing me in, when I see a blank expression come across my mother and the assistants face. I wonder if something has gone horrible wrong and ask “WHAT??”
The girl turns to me and says in broken english “You loose to much weight. This dress too big.”
I am in disbelief. I’m wearing the dress- it’s not falling off me. How in the world could it be too big?
I turn to view my back and I see that the V-shape of the corset area is no longer a V. It’s more like a tiny V at my shoulders, then a straight line down my back- the dress bunched and pulled completely together with no gaps.
It wasn’t a tragedy, but it certianly didn’t have that structured fit anymore. It lost it’s shape and bunched around my hips.
Next thing I know the assistant has left and is scouring the store for a size 16 dress. She comes back all proud of herself with the last size 16 in store- a floor sample. She tells me to get out of the size 18 dress and hands me the 16. I hang the size 18 up, already feeling a seperation anxiety from MY DRESS, my BABY. I compare the two on the hangers and I see a significant difference- the sample is BEAT…loose beads, frayed lace, and OMG…2 HUGE rust colored stains on the train.
What was I getting myself into??
She laces me up into the tattered size 16 sample as if she’s saved the say and announces “It fits! Look how skinny!”
I turn and look at myself in the mirror, proud of my body changes, but so deeply depressed at the prospect of trading up my brand new, prestine dress, for some worn out, stained sample.
My mom and I are silently panicking.
I step up on the alterations pedalstool and examine the dress closely as the lady squirts some green liquid on it and starts scrubbing away at the stains. I am bitter. I don’t want this dress. I want MY dress. I’d rather wear something a size too big then a stained, used, sample…especially since I PAID for a brand new dress.
The alterations employees seemed to have no idea why I was freaking out. In order to take in my size 18 to fit me, the alterations would have been another $300. If I took the size 16 in store, I would only pay $35 to have the bustle added.
At this point my budget and my nerves were shot.
Finally a manager comes back and explains they can call up corporate and get a size 16 in good condition shipped to that store within a week. If it passed thier inspection, they would add the bustle and call me when it was ready.
I was so nervous to say yes. But I had no other choice. My size 18 would cost a lot more money to keep.
So I took the leap, agreed to get another size 16 shipped in- a sample- but it was in much better condition then the 16 my store had in stock.
I had to abandon my original dress, but my wonderful fiance gave me an hour long speech on how proud he is and reminded me what this journey is really about. To get so worked up over something as superficial as a dress is just silly. I’ve lost and entire DRESS SIZE. That’s something to be PROUD of. I’m still losing too! By October I may need to scramble to find a size 14, who knows! Regardless, I still love my dress design and I will rock it at any size.
My new size 16 gown: