My mom and I ordered my wedding gown back in May. It came in in August, just a few weeks ago. Rather than spend almost the cost of the dress on tailoring, we decided to take it to a family friend who does alterations for a living.
The dress came in, I traveled to Knoxville, we went to the friend’s house for a fitting.
Once we got there, I took off my normal clothes and put the dress on, wearing my normal bra. The woman looked at the dress, agreed that yes, it was too big and would need some taking in, and then refused to measure me until I had purchased a strapless, longline corset bra. We spent the rest of the visit looking online at undergarments.
Why did she refuse to measure me? Well, she’s in her 60s. She grew up in a different era. In her words, “weddings are about beauty, not about comfort.” I thought they were about two people choosing each other for life, but I guess I was wrong. Weddings are about me looking “my best,” and “my best” apparently means even skinnier than I already am, with bigger boobs and a completely smooth torso, giving no sign that I have abs, a belly button, or even hip bones.
At the time, I said, fine. I just need this dang gown altered, and if this is what it takes, so be it. My parents are paying for half of my wedding, and my mom apparently is fine with paying almost $100 on constricting undergarments. So if she’s okay with adding this to the cost, okay.
But then we started actually looking for these “undergarments.” My gown has a lowish back, and it’s been difficult to find anything that will be low enough to go under it. Plus, no one actually carries these types of bras in stores, so we’ve had to look online. So this means we have had to guess if a certain bra will be low enough, guess at my bra size because everything is sized differently, order a bra at $70 or more, wait for it to ship, try it on, find out it doesn’t fit, and then send it back and go through the hassle of an online return.
I thought the whole thing was ridiculous before, and now I really do. I’m not even comfortable in the bras I’ve tried on. I can’t breathe in them. I can’t really bend. How am I supposed to enjoy my wedding if I am tied in to a literal corset, like in the 1800 and 1900s? And then there’s the fact that I, the bride, think I look perfectly fine in the dress without a longline corset bra. Sure, it’s thin fabric, and when it’s pulled tight, like it’s supposed to fit, you can see the outline of my belly button and hip bones. But so what? That’s what I look like. I’m a real human being, with real bones and muscles. Humans look weird and lumpy sometimes. And then there’s the fact that I’m very skinny. It’s how I’m built. It’s not as if I want something to hold in my stomach, because I don’t really have one. If I did, and if I wanted a bra to suck me in a bit on my wedding day because I knew I would feel self-conscious about myself if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have a problem with this. But at this point, it’s as if this woman who we asked to alter my dress is trying to hide the fact that I am an actual human.
I know that’s not what she means. In fact, she probably hasn’t given this a second thought, because most brides today do wear undergarments like this. But I don’t think I need it, and I don’t want to wear one. I stated this, and was overruled by this much louder, much older woman. What happened to my preferences for my own wedding day?
As my mom and I have already ordered several bras, if one of them fits and works under the dress, I will wear it. I’m trying to pick my battles, or maybe I’m just being a pushover. But even if I end up with a corset bra, I have sworn to myself that I’m only wearing it for the alterations and the ceremony. After that, I will ditch it for a sticky bra, because I want to be comfortable for my reception. And if none of the bras we have ordered fit, I will repeat these thoughts to the alterations lady, and I will get my dress fitted on just my normal body, and I will wear a sticky bra for the entire ceremony and reception. Screw longline corset bras. They’re more like medieval torture devices, and it is 2017, after all.