THIS is the saddest article I’ve ever read.
For a variety of reasons, but largely because nothing about it is surprising to me.
Being a bride and seeing your wedding day fast approaching puts a huge amount of pressure on a girl to become perfect.
Bride magazines never stop reminding you that thin = happy and perfect and loved and successful, and ever-so-rarely are brides of larger than a 6 represented in bridal magazine advertising.
At present, I’m dealing with this a little myself.
Originally upon engagement, I truly set a plan in motion to be at my lowest weight ever on the big day. Now, the big day is twelve days away and I haven’t fulfilled my goal. Sometimes, I’m fine with this, and other times (mostly when I see an awful photo of myself) I’m not. This weekend, I was suddenly bombarded with lots of pictures of me in which I – quite honestly – feel I look awful and really large, so at present my confidence is shot. Between work and class and boatloads of homework and other personal issues that have arisen recently, there just hasn’t been time to work out. I’m disappointed in me. That’s the deal, really.
(And I’m sort of a fail at work at present, but thats another story.)
But, on the bright side, I have eleven days… so..I guess I eat spinach and drink water and hope for the best, right?