- 6 years ago
- Wedding: December 2016
Hey bees…I really need to share this story to some girlfriends who maybe share a little of my dress shopping pain (we’re friends now, right?).
This is not an area that I though would be particularly difficult…I like dressing up, I have an okay figure, and I love a little drama. Sounds great, right?
Well, here’s the backstory (cue violins): I’ve always been self-conscious about my weight…I know I’m not “fat,” but I grew up in a family full of sisters (I’m the second of nine sisters), and most of them were much thinner than me. Throw in a sensitive disposition and the fact that I developed much earlier than my peers, and I was a bit of a wreck. I think I started my dieting career around the age of 15.
After years of yo-yo dieting and fluctuating, I finally started on a diet program that actually worked for me about four years ago–I wasn’t starving, it was balanced meals, and I managed to lose about 40 lbs, putting me in a size 4 for the first time in…ever? Maybe when I was 12 I was that size? So yay me, I was all happy.
Fast forward to the beginning of 2015, I’d put all that weight back on. Emotional issues, laziness, a gleeful love for food…a lot of different things contributed to that, but overall, I was feeling pretty awful about what felt like a major personal failure. That’s right around the time that I started trying dresses on. lol
Part 1: I Bought a Dress!
The first time I went shopping, it was with my sister just after she got engaged. My fiance and I had been talking marriage for a bit, so she and my mom convinced me that I should try on a few dresses too! The boutique we went to was having their annual clearout sample sale and there were tons of gowns at a major discount.
It…did not go well. Every dress I tried on was either so small that I couldn’t fit it over my apparently gigantic hips(!) or drowned my body until all I could see was my fat arms sticking out a blob of white (yes, I know I’m being dramatic…these were my feelings).
This first dress I tried on (above) was more or less what I’d always imagined myself wearing (only without the belt). I hated it. I thought the back was beautiful, but the front somehow managed to make even my face look chubby. I couldn’t get it off fast enough.
The next two dresses were both from a Trunk Show that they had in (not part of the sale), and although they were beautiful, I couldn’t quite bring myself to buy a colored dress–it didn’t feel bridal enough for me.
Whoa, way too small! They managed to squeeze me in–I felt like an absolute stuffed sausage. This was pretty, but too fussy for my taste.
This dress was gorgeous, but my sister was leaning toward a blush dress and I’ve never really been a big fan of pink…plus it wasn’t on sale.
The next one ended up being in my top two…the beading was GORGEOUS.
I liked this, but felt like it made me look a little thick…I think the waist was set a little high. Also, my mom was concerned about it being too busty (there was a lot of boob on display if I leaned over).
The next one was probably the worst of the bunch. Ironically, it’s the one that the shop owner, who was specially helping me, pulled off the rack to have me try on because she “had a feeling” about it.
There were a few other dresses in here, several of which I literally could not get on my body, or just looked so bad we didn’t bother taking a pic.
Finally, just when I had given up hope of finding anything that I really loved, I tried on the last dress…as soon as I started to do it up, I felt a glimmer of relief. It fit over my hips nicely, had a beautiful color and subtle and sophisticated details, and finally FINALLY I could really see my waist.
This is Sophia Tolli’s Heather. It was part of the sale, priced at $500CAD, and I snatched it up. I was overwhelmed with relief to find something that wasn’t “pretty, but.” I took it home and tucked it away, a full five months before my fiance actually proposed.
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Stay tuned for Part II: Dress Regret!