We tend to lose a few things during the wedding planning process, but of all the things I’ve lost (free time, spending money, quality sleep, eating whatever I want), I think I miss my self-esteem the most of all.
I’m sorry, but I’m going to talk about body image. I don’t want to, but I need to get this out somewhere and I figure this is the most ideal place.
Last week I picked up my dress for the rehearsal dinner and not only did it not fit, but the shotty zipper broke while they were trying to get me in and then out of it. Talk about depressing. I’ve now had TWO horrible first experiences with ordered dresses and I’m pretty frustrated/annoyed with my body.
This is a 200+ dollar bridesmaid dress from a shop* in downtown Chicago. I wouldn’t normally spend so much on a rehearsal dinner dress but it was a gift from Boss Lady. During the summer of 2012 Boss Lady bid on a gift card to this shop and won! We didn’t have time to go shopping until this past January and we brought Littlest C with us to try on their flower girl dresses as well. I had Littlest C take a few photos of some of the dresses we looked at that evening.
In the end we found this beautiful strapless color-blocked dress (ivory, silver, black) with a pencil skirt bottom, and we decided it would be perfect for not only the rehearsal dinner, but also to wear again to other semi-formal events! The problem was I was in between sizes, which is the STORY OF MY LIFE.
This is my ever-constant first world problem, everything on me is two different sizes, my shoes, my bust, my body. I always seem to need two different sizes which inevitably causes problems when it comes to purchasing clothing/shoes. Well, I decided to go with the smaller size in the case of the rehearsal dinner dress when I probably should have gone with the bigger size. Ugh.
In the end, it was a crappy zipper that did me in. Much like the bra fiasco from scenario one. The ladies at the salon were very nice to me and offered a credit for the broken zipper. But the irritating part was that they called the designer and she proceeded to blame me for the broken zipper based on the fact that I chose the smaller size, which could be partly true, but it could be partly true that her zipper was crap as well! Also, the dress has shearing over the mid-section which makes it difficult for zippers to get past seams, AND I remembered the sample I tried on previously had a broken zipper as well. And seriously, did she have to make me feel like a fat ass two weeks before my wedding? I think not.
To be honest, I’ve always had pretty awesome self-esteem. I was raised to feel confident about my self image regardless of “flaws,” and I like my body, if not love it most of the time. So it sucks that I’ve been picking apart at myself these last few months. My teeth aren’t white enough, my skin isn’t tan enough, my body isn’t thin enough.
The shocking part is that I’m the thinnest I’ve been in a while and I’m still feeling like crap. It’s all in my head. I get this. I’m smart. And the brain is a powerful thing. I know I look damn good, and I know I will be a beautiful bride. All that aside, can I please wear a paper sack for the next few weeks?
I can’t even blame the wedding industry or bridal magazines/blogs (well, I guess I could…)! It’s my fault for imagining myself a certain way on my wedding day and it’s my fault for putting unnecessary pressure on myself to be perfect. Don’t be like me. Don’t put pressure on yourself. It’s one day. And you’ll look beautiful too.
NOTE: I’m not searching for compliments, just some commiseration! And I literally CANNOT WAIT until after the wedding and I go back to being my normal, confidence exuding bad-ass sexy self (she says with a grin).
*I don’t want to make this a review of the shop but if you live in Chicago and want more information, just send me a private message.
(all photos personal)
Does anyone else feel like their self-esteem did a 180 during wedding planning? Anyone else have frustrating experiences with ordering dresses and them not fitting or zippers breaking? Tell me I’m not alone!