A very big motivation I have right now for losing weight is a wedding I’ve been asked to stand up in next year. My bestest, dearest, life-long friend Tonie is getting married in September 2012 in Las Vegas.
When Tonie initially asked me, I was so thrilled to be to be asked to stand up for her. It took about 10 seconds after she asked me for the negative, oh-my-gosh-what-are-we-going-to-wear thoughts to start creeping up. Knowing my friend as well as I do, I was sure she would pick something that was simple and flattering for everyone.
When I saw a photo of the dress she has picked out, my heart sank. Short. Strapless. The worst possible dress for my body type. Everyone else loved it, so I was not about to go against the grain (it’s the too-nice part of me I’m still working on).
Tonie asked me to go and try it on, so I dragged my sister with me to David’s Bridal, who thankfully had the dress in 2 larger sizes: 26 and 22. I usually wear a 24.
All you ladies out there know how small these special event dresses run. I was relieved that they had a 26 – I figured at least I can squeeze into that.
Of course, ladies-of-size can not go without a bra, so I had to use their strapless bra, which fit me horribly. It was poppin’ out in all sorts of places it was not supposed to be popping out. More on undergarments later.
With a knot in my stomach and defaulting to negative thinking, I grabbed the size 26, tried to bring it over my hips, couldn’t manage it, so I had to go over the head. My sister then zipped me up and out into the public with a zillion mirrors I went. (FYI- a zillion mirrors are not a fat girl’s friend, there is no escaping a dimple!)
Amazingly, the David’s Bridal associate said it was too big. She had bunched up almost 1.5 inches in the back. Turns out I didn’t unzip the dress fully, which is why I couldn’t get it pass the hips. Big sigh of relief. Whew. I’m not THAT big. (It’s always a relief to know that someone out there has it worse than you, right?)
So, reluctantly, with a new wave a dread, I head back into the dressing room to try on the size 22. I’m mentally preparing myself that the associate will have to use those potato chip clips to hold the dress together in back, because I’m not going to be able to zip this sucker up.
I slip it on – over the hips – and my sister tries to get it to zip up. She can’t. The associate comes over and she says that it should take 2 people to zip it up. If you can zip it alone, then it means it’s too loose and you don’t want that. I think she’s trying to make me feel better.
They get it zipped and — it actually feels good on me. It’s not super tight, but supportive across the upper abdomen (it’s a trick designers use to create a silhouette) and flowing chiffon throughout the lower body.
At this point I’m looking in the mirror at myself and can’t believe a size 22 feels this good on me. I can breathe. Nothing is sucked in that shouldn’t be sucked in. Here’s what it looked like on me:
Comfort is my number one priority in clothing so this dress actually gets two thumbs up from me. My upper arms are the most self-conscious part of my body, so I’m gonna have to work those babies out. I don’t care if their toned – I just want them smaller.
So, little brown dress (color we’re wearing is truffle), – GAME ON.