As my friend was taking my measurements for my wedding dress a few weeks ago, I had to accept that those numbers no longer read "36-24-38" and that there is a pretty real chance that they never will again. Although, I am still convinced that the number for the boob area was definitely inflated and inaccurate.
Today, I am grateful for recognizing that the world will not come to an end if I don't stoically accept everything.
I have chosen a dress that is suitable for the body I currently occupy and, although it was not my first choice in terms of style, I know that I will feel pretty and special. It is not the perfect measurements that make us feel pretty and special but a combination of things.
Yesterday, having gotten some sun on my face, a fresh haircut and a new outfit, I felt pretty and special. I would have been perfectly content to get married in that casual outfit not because of how it looked but because of how it made me feel... well, until I sat on a chocolate Easter egg and then I didn't feel pretty... just relief that it wasn't my 80 year old man stomach playing some sick joke on me. ;)
I have spent the last couple of days teasing the paramedic because of a comment he made about the pants he bought for the wedding. I thought it was so silly that he said that he didn't really want to wear them because they were "just pants." As I sit here and think about the combination of things that come together to make me feel pretty and special, I realize that for all of us there are things that we need in order to feel pretty and special and for some of us that means pants that are more than "just pants." If he needs a bedazzled pair of pants and a pirate shirt to make him feel special and pretty on our wedding day, then that is something that I will accept... but I will have to work on the stoic part.
