You know how I didn’t know when I’d found the one, or the dress?
Well. It happened. You just know. You put it on and you forget that 3 seconds ago you were wishing your arms weren’t as big as they are, and that your stomach sometimes sticks out a bit, and that your ass isn’t as perfectly rounded as you wish it was. You just feel beautiful. Like a flawless bride about to commit her life to the person of her dreams.
And of course you cry and so does everyone with you at the bridal salon.
And then you don’t want to take it off, and you can’t stop looking at photos of it, and you play your first dance song and imagine yourself being twirled around the dance floor by your new wife.
You’ll just know they said. And they were so right.