Wedding Dresses

Unsurprisingly, the wedding dress that I'd picked out online was nothing like the one that I chose in-store. Sure, the one I'd chosen looked pretty. I just needed the cliche feeling of knowing the dress I was picking out would be one that I'd treasure forever. All of that rot.

And I truly did find my dress, girls. Completely different from what I'd imagined, it has a full skirt and beading on the top. It's strapless. It's gorgeous. I feel gorgeous in it. It is, however, a hundred dollars over what I had before. Worse, it's leaving. It's within its last few months of being sold and my parents are hesitant to put so much money into a gown that they aren't prepared for.

They keep arguing the weight question. What if I lose weight? What if I gain? Both are actually pretty ridiculous, considering I've been within 15 pounds of the same weight since I was a freshman in high school. Most of the freshman fifteen is gained through athletes becoming alcoholics. I was neither active in high school, nor do I drink in college.

This gown is absolutely everything I want it to be. I tried on four or five different styles before hitting this one and I know that it is the one I want to wear down the aisle. If for no other reason, I saw the goofy smiles that both Dave and I wore when I tried it on.

I want to get married in this dress. I just need to find a way how.