Best part of my cousin’s wedding yesterday: I got to wear a pretty dress! Worst part of my cousin’s wedding yesterday: I suck at small talk and a wedding reception is basically several hours of small talk, hence several hours of me feeling awkward and inadequate interspersed with occasional fruit and chocolate samplers. As far as family get togethers go, this was a pretty good one. The wedding was small, short, and to the point. Just my style.
For this special occasion I put together a “fancy dress” version of my 3D progress photos. I decided to get over my arm flab issues already and just go with a sleeveless dress and I didn’t regret it for one moment. The funny thing was the wedding colors turned out to be black and pink. The bridesmaids’ dresses were black and the flower girl’s were in pink, so I could have strolled down the aisle right between them as a transition piece.
The odd thing about looking at this is that when I look in the mirror I think I look even thinner than I appear in the photos. What is that, reverse anorexia? I suppose it’s not a bad body dysmorphia to have. Either way, I look way better than I did at my friend’s wedding in August of 2002 where I got paired with a groomsmen who had the best posture I’ve ever seen, like someone had jammed a flagpole up his ass. I felt like such a blob walking down the aisle next to him.
I think I was a size 26 dress then and now I’m down to a 14, which perplexes me since I wear size 22 jeans. Even looking at the official size chart for the dress I wore this weekend, it should be physically impossible for me to fit into it. The bust is right on, but the waist and hip measurements are about 10 inches smaller than what I am. I guess this has something to do with the cut? I hear A-line skirts can fix almost any figure flaw.