My best friend got married this weekend. It was a beautiful ceremony and reception complete with tons of emotion because her father died a little over a year ago after a gut wrenching battle with cancer. But there was lots of laughter as well. Especially since none of us are the same size we were in high school.
I'm not one for wearing fancy panties. My butt is too big and dimpled for thongs, lacy boy shorts simply stay in my crack, and bikini panties are often so short they don't cover the top of my booty. The bridesmaid dress was flattering, but I was a little worried about my bottom curves. (My top has very little curve.) At the last minute, I bought some of those big panties that come up to my boobs and are advertised to flatten my tummy, even if it looks like I am pregnant, which I certainly am not. As I was headed to the church I looked at the panties in my bag thinking I would try on the dress, get the other bridesmaids opinions, and go from there. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't imagine pulling out those old people clothes in front of my old friends and blatantly displaying how much weight I've gained since our softball days.
We finally get all of our hair fixed and makeup perfectly placed and change into our dresses. Low and behold, what does everyone pull out of their bags? Different versions of my tummy flattening undergarments. So what was I worried so about? Apparently all of us have gained a few since our heyday.
On a side note, being a matron of honor is quite a bit of responsibility. In less than ten minutes I was told I had to make sure the bride didn't trip over her train, hold her flowers, keep up with the groom's wedding band, and not fall. I wasn't the only worried about ME keeping up with all of this stuff. The wedding party laughed at the the rehearsal when they all heard this. And the falling was a realistic fear. I fell at my own wedding, so there was a distinct possibility of me falling here. In fact, the groomsmen had a bet on whether or not I would fall. My husband started the pool. I don't think he has much faith in my gracefulness.
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