Mr. W and I have been married 11 months now (can you believe how fast time is going"), and I’m just now getting around to creating our wedding album (better late than never). There are about 700 photos to skim through, and then there are about five to 10 versions of each shot. So I’ve become a master at sitting and critiquing myself. But I have run into one problem. Every single time I look at myself, I seriously cringe.
Why, you ask"
Because I HATE my wedding dress.
At the time when I purchased it, EVERYONE around me had a moment when I put it on (besides me). I think I really only cried because my grandmother cried. And when your grandmother cries, you kinda feel obligated to do what she says. But I DID NOT have that crying moment where I fell in love with the dress. I was just emotional in general about the day; I was thinking about my grandfather, I was actually premenstrual, and I had a multitude of other things going on.
Personal Image / The day I said “Ehhhh, yes” to the dress
Mr. W of course thinks I’m a psychopath because I’m always moaning about how huge my twins look in it, but he doesn’t complain at all.
Exhibit A: You can see exactly where his eyes went as soon as I came down the aisle.

Image via Erika Rice Photo / Hey, my face is actually a couple inches north.
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