As a little girl I always knew the type of wedding dress I wanted, and the type of bride I wanted to be. I wanted a long dress that would outline my body and illuminate my soft brown skin. Now, I'm finally ready to pick out my dress and I'm freaking out because my body doesn't match that of all the anorexic models in the bridal magazines piling up in my house. To start with, I have huge breasts. While these are handy in the bedroom they make it difficult to find a supportive dress, or even a shirt. I'm not as skinny as I was when I was 15 and I bought a bridal-like dress for my quinceañera. At 26 I'm no where near close in finding a dress that fits who I am.
I've gone shopping in the past for bridesmaid dresses, prom dresses, every dress imaginable EXCEPT a wedding dress. I knew it would be hard, I just didn’t think it would be this hard. Nevertheless, I was still a bit antsy about kicking off the shopping process. This dress has to be the one. Just like husbands, if you do it right you only get one wedding dress; the dress in which you get to be a princess for a day; the dress your husband will see you in for the first time; the dress that will stand with you in all of your wedding pictures, coloring your memory and the imagination of your family to come for generations. This dress has to make a statement. It needs to help me look so beautiful that my fiance cries when he sees me walking down the isle, removing any last minute fears he may have had about committing to one woman for the rest of his life.