A Life Less Overweight

As I type this I am alone in the house wearing my wedding dress. I know, sounds weird. I am going to (finally) have it cleaned and preserved and I know I will not be able to take it out and do this again ever unless I want to redo it all, so I’m doing one last wearing. I LOVE my dress. It was perfect, and it is so gorgeous. I get so sad that I will never wear it again. I wish you could rewear your dress to other people’s weddings. Well, two years later, not only does it still fit me, but it’s actually bigger than when I wore it the first time!! Not by a whole lot, but enough. Which obviously is great, but in another way pisses me off because I could have been skinnier at my wedding.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but I feel like I am saying goodbye forever to something that is dying. I hate thinking of my dress all boxed up and never being able to touch it or try it on ever again. It really even LOOKS dead all in the box. But its time because I know otherwise it will be ruined. Sigh. I suppose I should take it off now. But I look so pretty…