I’m not getting married anytime soon, but I swear I’m missing the bride gene. I’ve never been interested in planning a wedding. Like, at all. I would happily get hitched in a courthouse or drive-thru chapel in Vegas when I get married. (Sorry, Mom.) I recognize that I’m an anomaly.
General disinterest in all things wedding aside, I’m honestly excited when I get the chance to be a part of my friends’ weddings. Over the past few years, I’ve been in two wedding parties and am in a third next summer, and two of my best friends will be engaged any day now. I’m so honoured that these amazing women have asked me to stand next to them as they marry their loves, and I’m more than happy to help them in any way I can.
There is, however, one part of being a bridesmaid that is less than fun for a curvy chick: bridesmaid-dress shopping. I know that in the grand scheme of things, my bitching about dress shopping isn’t important. I’m not trying to make a mountain out of a molehill — just trying to explain a very real challenge for plus-sized ladies.
It’s embarrassing when everyone tries on a dress and loves it — but it doesn’t come in your size. It’s defeating when everyone tries on a dress and it looks amazing on them — but less-than-ideal on you because it accentuates your armpit rolls and back fat. I speak from experience — and size 16 isn’t that far out of “regular” sizes, so I really feel for women who are larger than me and have to hear “Oh, I’m sorry, our sizes don’t go that high” more often.
Luckily, during previous bridesmaid-dress-shopping trips, I’ve discovered ways to (somewhat) hide my flab. (Strategically-placed ruching, empire waists and Spanx are my BFFs.) Also luckily for me, my friends are the furthest thing from bridezillas, so they are always very patient when trying to find dresses that look good on everyone, including me.
For the wedding next summer, I’d love to not have to worry about feeling like a stuffed sausage in my dress. My goal? To fit a size 12 bridesmaid dress and to have it fit comfortably (no sucking in allowed). I think that’s a reasonable goal for a wedding that’s still more than a year away, and I should be able to reach it, especially since I fit into size 14 pants this morning (kiss that, Jamaica weight).
Wish me luck!