For a plus-size woman who lacked self confidence, being a fat bride was about as awful as it could get. I worried endlessly about how I’d look next to my much thinner future husband (Joe). I stressed that certain family members would remind me how much prettier I’d be if I had lost a few pounds. And, vainly, the thing I feared the most was that a fat bride could never be as beautiful as a thin one. I certainly do not regret getting married, but I do regret letting all of those concerns inform my dress choice. Did it hide my arms? Check. Did it slim my waist? Check. Did it conceal any traces of back fat or elbow rolls or hide my thunder thighs? Check. Check. Check. I pined for sleeveless, illusion-necked dresses, but feared all anyone would see was my big arms. I longed for a flowy waist, but worried that from certain angles I’d “look bigger than I was” — as if that would be the worst crime a body could commit. More from CafeMom: 13 Women Talk Sex With Their Partners & How Much Is Enough I let my fear consume me, and it is a wrong I will never be able to right. And it isn’t as if the dress itself was hideous — it was just that I felt like the girl inside it was, and it forced me to choose something I thought I needed rather than something I wanted. More from Revelist: There’s proof body shaming can be majorly detrimental to women’s health I invested in my own happiness by choosing to love myself in every iteration of myself. And for that, I am eternally thankful.
title: “I Picked A Wedding Dress That Hid My Plus Size Body” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-24” author: “Carol Jacobo”
For a plus-size woman who lacked self confidence, being a fat bride was about as awful as it could get. I worried endlessly about how I’d look next to my much thinner future husband (Joe). I stressed that certain family members would remind me how much prettier I’d be if I had lost a few pounds. And, vainly, the thing I feared the most was that a fat bride could never be as beautiful as a thin one. I certainly do not regret getting married, but I do regret letting all of those concerns inform my dress choice. Did it hide my arms? Check. Did it slim my waist? Check. Did it conceal any traces of back fat or elbow rolls or hide my thunder thighs? Check. Check. Check. I pined for sleeveless, illusion-necked dresses, but feared all anyone would see was my big arms. I longed for a flowy waist, but worried that from certain angles I’d “look bigger than I was” — as if that would be the worst crime a body could commit. More from CafeMom: 13 Women Talk Sex With Their Partners & How Much Is Enough I let my fear consume me, and it is a wrong I will never be able to right. And it isn’t as if the dress itself was hideous — it was just that I felt like the girl inside it was, and it forced me to choose something I thought I needed rather than something I wanted. More from Revelist: There’s proof body shaming can be majorly detrimental to women’s health I invested in my own happiness by choosing to love myself in every iteration of myself. And for that, I am eternally thankful.
