Cheating on My True Love, Is It Peer Pressure or Real Ambivalence?

ERICA: While flipping through the pages of a wedding mag a year and a half ago, I found my true love. It was the only time in my life I’ve ever experienced “love at first sight.” Me and this dress go together like Sonny and Cher or Abbot and Costello. We are a match made in heaven.

You may be shocked to learn that I’ve never actually tried this dress on…or seen it in person, but somehow I know in my heart that it’s true love forever.

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“Um, I’m sorry, but I think it just makes sense for you to go to a store, see what’s out there and try a couple of dresses on,” my mother suggested just this morning. “What do you have to lose?”

How about: My dignity? My sanity? Shattered illusions that instead of losing another 20 pounds, I actually need to lose 35? A reminder of how fat my arms truly are when there are no sleeved dresses to try on that do not make me look like a 16th century Maiden on her way to the Renaissance Fair?

Despite these minefields that, no doubt, lay before me, I’ve relented to my mother’s nagging requests. I’ve made three appointments for next week at Carolina Herrera (the home of my current longtime dress love), Saks, and (GULP) Kleinfeld. I already recognize that these will be two harrowing, frustrating and stomach churning days, but I’m committed nonetheless.

Wish me luck bridal comrades!