Forever Bride (WebArchive)

Finding the perfect wedding dress hadn’t been hard. Or at least not harder than for any other girl. I knew I had quite some curves and I knew I was going to have them still at the wedding. I’ve been trying to get rid of them since I’ve been a girl and it never worked. It wasn’t going to work in the last couple of months before the wedding. And my soon-to-be husband anyway kept saying that he liked my curves.

So, if you’re somewhat small but with a lot of curves and you want to show those curves, the only option for a wedding dress is a mermaid cut. It just took two months and five shops to find the right one. As I said, no difference to any other girl.

But shoes were a problem. As they always were. Being somewhat short I’d like to wear high heels, but that wasn’t going to be, for two reasons. First, I had basically no experience wearing high heels. And secondly, heels just didn’t look good on me. Nothing ever looked good in my feet except sneakers. Because when god distributed feet, she must have taken them out of the wrong drawer. Probably the drawer for football feet, or something like that. They were grossly oversized. Ok, nobody ever agreed on “grossly”, they all said that they were just slightly larger than usual for a girl of my size. But to me they were just gross.

After trying every pair of white shoes within the nearest thousand miles or so, I was beginning to feel a bit depressed. Until, in that weird little wedding shop out in the nowhere, the weird little shopkeeper stared at my feet for a while. She had been staring at my feet for a while, after we’d tried every shoe she had in her shop. Then she suddenly jerked as if someone had poked her right in the brainstem and turned on her heels. Which, by the way, were higher than anything I’ve ever worn. And she wore them to work like I wore sneakers...