Post # 1
I’ve always been more on the “modest” side when it comes to nudity and such and the thought of one day having children has been equally terrifying for the pain as for the fact that I’ll just be lying back with my legs in the air for the whole world (drs/nurses, whole world) to see.
But I guess maybe weddings are a preparation for that in more ways than one? I mean, I was just shocked when I went to try dresses on and my consultant took me into another room and just expected me to change in front of her. I was like, “oh, with you in the room?” :face.palm: duh, of course! I mean, they cant just leave me to stumble about the room, arms flailing, with a thousand dollar dress stuck over my head.
Then I went for my alterations and the tailor suggested that maybe it would look better sans bra bc my bra was pushing the size D girls to my neck. So (with my permission) she unsnaps my bra and removes it (hello second base!). Then when it’s time to get my regular clothes on she’s still there. (again, duh, see first point)
Now they’re telling me I should get my maid of honor (who happens to be a dude) and one of my bridesmaids to come in so they can learn to bustle my dresss.
And that the dressing part will be both photographed and videotaped.
In the end that’s 6 people seeing me nekkid (okay, not really but still) leading up to the big day. I’m no prude but cmon, did anyone else find it a little unsettling?
Post # 3
- Wedding: May 2013 - Pavilion overlooking golf course scenery, reception at banquet hall
You can always request that they leave the room! I didn’t have anyone in the room with me trying on dresses (one lady tried but I told her I’d be fine by myself). And you should always step into your dress, not put it over your head! 🙂
On the wedding day I asked everyone to leave the room while I put mine on, and then called everyone back in to zip me up and button my little buttons for photos.
Post # 4
The only thing I found weird was that I was wearing a thong and no bra under my wedding dress….. so when it came zip time (and it was a very low V), they could see my tush. Apart from that, it’s not like anyone’s going to be looking directly at your boobs or something while you’re changing. 😛 At least, my friends and family were very appropriate about it.
Post # 5
@HourThyme: I suggest wearing a strapless and once you get the dress on and sort of in place, un-snap and pull out the strapless bra from the front. No nudity to share!
Post # 6
Luckily, I didn’t have to do this. I also wore tights both times to be super modest lol
Post # 7
Everyone gave me privacy, except at one shop. It was a gay guy helping me though and for some reason I felt more comfortable with that than with a girl, haha. I feel like girls are really judgmental of each other though so maybe thats why.
And I wore super tight yoga pants so with most dresses I never even had to take them off. After my first salon (where I discovered how great it worked out) I started wearing yoga pants everytime we went dress shopping.
Post # 8
@HourThyme: Hahaha, totally! The first place I went, the consultant was suuuper careful to make sure that I was covered and comfortable and whatnot. And then at DB, they were like, “Just come on out in your slip and bra and choose a dress to try on!” Lol, I was very unsettled.
Post # 9
@HourThyme: I put on my dress, then my crinoline, then was like “SOMEONE NEEDS TO TAKE OFF MY SHORTS!”
So my poor godmother climbed under my dress and took my shorts off for me (and of COURSE I was wearing a lacy white thong with “I Do” crystals)
And don’t forget the pre-wedding Brazilian! 30 minutes of staring and putting hot wax on your hooch.
I’m definitely ready to put them up and push!
Post # 10
@tampalove35: Definitely doing this!
Post # 11
I’ve been to public baths with my coworkers, so I’m pretty over the naked in front of people thing, but I was a little surprised the first time I tried on dresses and the consultant stayed in there the whole time. At another place I went to, they left me alone and told me to knock on the door when I needed help getting zipped or tied into the dress.
Post # 12
Coming from a nurse, trust me… no one cares what your lady bits look like! I guess these worries have never crossed my mind. I’ve kind of grown up with the mentality that everyone has the same things, so who cares!
I agree with some of the previous posters, though. Maybe try undies and a strapless bra and take off the bra once you have your dress on and are covered?
Post # 13
I do custom spray tans and know how uncomfortable it can be for the other person, but really you may have bad thoughts about it but your consultants and others that do that kind of thing will never remember yolip ur I do understand the feeling of getting undressed in front of someone though, that is the worst. I always make sure to leave the room for a few minutes to give the person their privacy, unlike when I go get a Brazilian, the lady didn’t leave the room and I even asked her PDF she was going to, now that was uncomfortable! The least they could do it give you 2 minutes alone!
Post # 14
- Wedding: October 2014 - Greenbrier Country Club
I felt the same way!
I was uncomfortable the whole time.
Post # 15
@HourThyme: Why do you have to get photographed and videoed getting dressed? I never understood that. I don’t want my dad or brother looking at photos of me in my underwear. All I’ve got photos of is my best friend and sister helping with the final details. Invite the photographer/videographer when you’re decent, or at appropriate intervals. I’d also excuse the man of honor from the getting dressed time.
Post # 16
When I went in to try dresses on they just opened them up and let me put them on, and then they came and laced/tightened them. I never had a dress pulled over my head, ever.
When I got married, it was time for me to change into my dress and I just whipped my clothes off and was standing there in a pair of boyshorts and nothing else. One of my bridesmaids even had to crawl under my dress to pull down some of the tulle.
It was funny, but then again, I’d be a nudist if I could. We all have boobs and have seen ourselves naked. Nobody was peering at my or judging me or going “Holy shit, boobs!”
I’d just roll with it.