- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2011
So, I went dress shopping on Thursday with my Future Mother-In-Law and bridesmaid. My mother couldn’t come because we live in different cities, so we took photos of the dresses I tried on.
Good news: I found TWO beautiful dresses that I love. I walked away from the store knowing that I’d be thrilled to get married in either, and that my biggest problem was having to choose between them. Future Mother-In-Law, bridesmaid, and salespeople all agree they look great, and I get lots of comments on how great my figure looks, how small my waist looks, how pretty and yet how “me” they both are.
Bad news: We emailed pics to my mom. She says that she thinks they make me look “wide.” She asks if there could be something wrong with the pictures. She asks if I’ve put on weight. She says my “ribcage” (?) looks big, and my shoulders and arms look very large.
Necessary info: I’m 5’9″ and a size 8. Not that anyone of any size deserves to be called wide, but I’m a size 8. I have hips and boobs and a waist, and I love my hourglass figure. I’m also a competitive athlete. I work out at least 6 days a week for my sport. And yes, recently we’ve been focusing on upper body strength. So it’s possible (POSSIBLE) that my arms and back could look slightly bigger or buffer, but I haven’t noticed, and last I checked that was a &%$#ing good thing anyway. As far as I can tell, I am the same size as when my mother last saw me.
So, basically, everyone loves the 2 dresses except mom. Who will be paying.
Possible solutions? My bridesmaid and I are going to do another “photoshoot” in my apartment with some cocktail dresses I already own, to give my mom a reference point in terms of my apparently immense bulk. We’ll also go back to the store and photograph the dresses and try to do a better job – I’ll stand up straight, pose, and smile properly. But part of me just wants to say screw this, I love those dresses, they’re a great deal, and I should wear one of them at my wedding. And the other part of me is desperately trying not to piss off the person footing the bill.
This is what I get for thinking this was going to be easy.