- I have a waist, and you probably do too. I never liked the little bulge (I suppose that would be called a “curve”) that emerged when something was belted tight around my middle. It made me feel so exposed—naked and clothed at the same time. After wedding dress shopping, I learned that (gasp!) highlighting my figure was the only way to make a dress look good on my short body. I actually caught myself staring in the mirror at what appeared to be a woman with a waist and hips.
- If I didn’t love it at first glance, I had to let it go. I would try on dresses and rationalize why they were good or what was pretty about them. That was a nice feeling, but nothing like the fun of loving something right away.
- I like being comfortable. As much as 5″ heels and that Vera Wang White dress full of boning made me look super-stylish, I could not imagine wearing those for 10 hours on my wedding day (I still love and worship you, Vera). I want to dance … and be able to sit down.
- Once I stopped trying to “decide” what my style was, it found me. Could I be a vamp, red-lipped bride in silk? Yes. Could I be a princess ballgown bride, a shoe-less beach bride or a quirky rustic bride in cowboy boots? Sure. I, however, turned out to be none of those things. I saw a pattern emerging in dresses that I liked and went for it, despite my Pinboards that depicted the bride I thought I would be.
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