Don't get me wrong, I love all my sisters dearly....but for several years, I'd been the fattest of my 3 sisters and also of 2 sisters-in-law. So....I wanted to be the thinnest. I was fed-up with being the fattest one. I dreaded going to any and all family events due to this....tired of being the fat one in all the photos taken at family events.
And finally, for my oldest son's wedding on August 28th...I will be the thinnest one (or one of the thinnest ones) of all my relatives there. (It was my son's wedding looming in the distance that got me started on this weight loss journey in the first place).
One of my sisters (the youngest) got married a few years ago and I HAD to go...even though I dreaded it. Going to find something to wear was a nightmare and I ended up sobbing in the dressing room....and then buying something I hated because it was the only one that fit right. In all the photos, all you can see is my head...I made sure of that. I was edgy and uncomfortable....and horribly self-conscious during the whole thing and couldn't wait to get home.....and put on something comfortable (and tent-like).
But THIS time, my son and his fiance took me shopping. Every single thing they picked out for me to try on actually FIT....and they were all size 10's and even a few size 8's. People who were waiting for others to try things on were complimenting me all over the place in the different dresses. I now have a gorgeous dress (down to the floor) that I LOVE and can't wait for the wedding! What a difference a few years and some hard work has made!
And honestly? I don't really care what anyone else weighs or looks like any more. I'm just thrilled about how I'm gonna look. And that I won't embarrass either my son or his wife-to-be. A few years ago, I'd have been mortified and panicking that I would be an embarrassment to my son and his fiance.....and wishing ANYTHING would happen that would make me not have to go. What a relief to not have to suffer through those fears.