I had to go through the worst part of wedding preparations Monday.
Even more painful than small talk with people you barely know, getting kissed on the cheek and a little to close to your mouth by some old guy at the wedding and suffering through speech after speech at the reception, I had to go for a dress fitting yesterday.
As I said in my "confessions" post, I think it's an evil, awful thing to make a fat bridesmaid squeeze into a strapless dress. It is really a crime of nature.
So, after using everything but duct tape to put myself in the dress (although I may need it for the wedding), I was told by this nice little Indian woman and wonderful seamstress that the dress would not work.
Why?
Because I'm too fat - that's why.
All my juicy parts were hanging out for the world to see as this short little woman bustled around me and tried to make this dress work on me.
She sighed. She held her chin in deep thought. I think I even heard her praying.
She poked. She pushed. She stuffed my boobs back down into a bodice that was just not made to hold them.
I'm almost in tears. When did I become a fat girl?
I've always thought I was sexy and full-figured.
Trying to stuff myself into this bridesmaid cocktail dress showed me one thing - I'm just fat.
And that, dear readers, is a hard thing to face in front of a complete stranger, and a store full of people.
Sigh.
The seamstress says the dress won't work.
"There's no way," she said. "It just doesn't look right. You're hanging out," she adds, tapping the chub under my arms.
Thanks, I mutter under my breath. I am in hell.
It needs straps, she says.
Great. The pain-in-the-ass strapless dress needs straps in order to fit right, or to at least not show the world all my business.
Fabulous.
I tell her I'll check with the bride, and get back to her.
I put back on my regular clothes, glad to be back in their well-fitting comfort.
I try to get the bride on the phone. I get her voicemail. I send her a text message.
I am in hell.
I think if I had an experience like that I would have purposefully looked on the internet for a shop that catered for the slightly bigger build, as there's nothing worse than seeing a girl crammed into a dress too small for her, it can't do anything for your confidence either.
I love sewing and making clothes and dresses, and I also run a small tailoring business.I find inspiration from fashion televion programs and magazines. Children dresses also attracts new ideas for me. I feel every dress has its own beauty and uniqueness which cannot be replicated. I apply this thought when I design my own clothes.
Truly one of the worst experiences in the world is having to try on something "fitted" that you know from the start will not look all that great. I feel your pain my friend...