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I went wedding dress shopping for the first time with my MOH yesterday, after her appointment. I went into my appointment already trying to figure out how many different ways I could pay for a dress, which wasn't the bad part. I was looking for something French-y for a New Orleans "wedding" with a few good friends, but the experience just turned into a nightmare. My MOH is a dress size four and was born to wear wedding dresses. She was told four different times that she should be a model, and even though she was very humble and modest about it, I don't think she realized how hurt I was the whole time. Now, I'm not big (or at least, all of my friends keep telling me), but I couldn't fit in any of the sample dresses I chose when my turn came. MOH got to parade around in all of her choices, but I could only fit in one. All of the ones I wanted to parade around in were smaller sizes, and when I thought I'd found the "one", I was so torn down emotionally that I just gave the consultant my measurements (36-27-43; I hate genetics) and left trying to keep up a facade of strength and humor so I wouldn't cry. No, I'm not going to bring my mother to see the dress, lady. She doesn't even realize a wedding is happening, much less that I'm dress shopping. I guess I just need advice or encouragement; dress shopping should be a more fun, happier experience than this.
<bot>: Dress shopping was nightmarish and depressing; kind of tore down any "real bride" semblance of confidence I had.