So, my beloved proposed to me on Christmas Day. He did this dressed in a child-sized mole costume and it took me a little while to compose myself, not so much because I was overcome by emotion, but because I was laughing so hard that I had tears running down my face.
Of course, I said yes. If you’re wondering, the mole suit was in honour of his affectionate nickname ‘Moley’ which he earned through being rather fond of sleeping and looking very confused and mole-esque when he emerges from his slumber.
So I have a bee-yoootiful sparkly ring and a head full of plans, as we’re getting married next January. That’s right, in 12 months I will be a married woman, so the bridezilla train is in full steam. The trouble is, the thought of the actual wedding and pretty dress, although I’m really looking forward to marrying the daft sod, is tinged with a bit of “Oh God, there will have to be photos.”
I give it out about being plus sized and body positive but the thought of getting dressed up in a posh frock and having everyone looking at me when I’m this size does fill me with a horrible fear of looking like a loo roll holder, or just feeling distinctly out of place. Yes, I’m 100% getting myself back to the gym, making the most of the distinct lack of paid work I have at the moment, but what if that’s not enough? I don’t want to go all scary bride but I’m supposed to look gorgeous on my wedding day and if I’m honest, I’m not actually sure that I will.
If I said that to Moley, he’d give me that ‘Don’t be so daft woman’ look, give me a hug and tell me I’m beautiful. And on the plus side, there are some really gorgeous, flattering designs for plus-size wedding outfits. And I came across a whole magazine dedicated to plus size brides yesterday. Even so…the pressure is on…
If you’ve got any advice for a chubby bride-to-be, mostly on NOT PANICKING I’d love to hear it!