In just a few weeks, I am going to walk into a store and face down the Mother of the Bride dress that, only a couple of months ago, brought me to one of the lowest points of my life. That dress mocked me as it clung to every lump and bump and roll. It called me a failure. It told me that I was going to ruin my daughters wedding pictures, and that I'd better give up and just wear a long, black dress with a long, black jacket. All lies, but all true. black mother of the bride dresses long
I stood there under the f ... luorescent dressing room lights, and I was ashamed.
That dress brought me to tears. But it also woke me up and made me admit that what I was doing wasn't working for me.
I am thankful for that dress. Because without it, I may not have been open to the very thing that is turning it all around.
And in just a few weeks, I am going back in that store, and I am going to face my old nemesis.
And even if it turns out not to be the right dress, I will revel in that moment. Who knows-- maybe I'll buy it just to remind myself how far I've come. Or maybe not-- it's a $200 dress, y'all. That would just be silly. Would it be weird just to thank the dress? That seems a little weird. Maybe even weirder than buying a dress I'm not going to wear. I'll take a picture of the dress. That's what a normal person would do. Right? Anyway, where was I....
I'm still a work in progress. And you'd better believe I wish I'd had my epiphany a few months earlier so I'd be a few months further along. But I am grateful for this moment of the journey, and all the moments to come.
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