- 7 years ago
- Wedding: May 2011
Ladies, I have a confession to make, I’m a lurker! I’ve been reading, and re-reading your posts, and looking at your pics over and over to bolster up my courage. Why you may ask? Well, today is the day I go to find a wedding dress. BUT, this isn’t my first time around the block, I’m actually dress shopping for our 25th wedding anniversary renewal ceremony that I like to call my “wedding”. We are renowing our vows on the beach on May 21….not too far away, I know, but I’ve been putting off dress shopping trying to lose some weight, mainly in my arms (sigh, my dreaded arms that I’ve never liked, even in the womb I’m sure, lol).
Things have really changed in 25 years as far as bridal gowns go. Back then, I was a size 16 and it was really difficult to find a dress in a plus size. I settled on a lace dress from JCPenny to the tune of $290 plus $83 in alterations (bustle, hem, and sides)–crazy pricing, but, back “then” that was a lot for me to afford. At that time, I had my heart set on a Jessica McClintock gown that didn’t come in size 16. So, I suppose now, despite all the time that’s passed, I’m still a bit traumatized over being a plus size bride back then with very little size options in my price range.
I have no real worries about having plenty of options now, since, I’m still a plus sized girl (I’m much smaller now than over the past 25 years, back to closer what I was when I was a bride). As a young, innocent 19 year old bride, I just wanted something pretty, lacy and sweet. Now, I want sexy, beautiful and elegant–I’d love a mermaid or a fit and flare…..but, then there’s the arm issue.
I’ve been eating right, exercising like mad and trust that my body will come to a happy size by May. It’s just going into that David’s this afternoon and putting myself back out there again–fear of rejection, disappointment and FAT arms just keep nagging at me. My wonderful teen daughter is accompanying me, and my bridal consultant has the name of my bridesmaid from back in the day, so, I think the universe will be kind and gentle. I’m just scared. My fantastic teen son said “Mom, just wear what you want, who cares what anyone else thinks”. OMG, if it were only that easy, but, maybe it is.
So, I’m out of the closet, into posting. And, just by confessing and outing myself, I think I’ll find a little more courage………maybe.