The View From HereJanuary 11, 2011
It doesn’t seem quite possible that it was twelve years ago that I walked down the aisle with my dad to meet a smiling, young, man at the altar. I often wonder what it would have been like to not have been the “fat bride”.
This past weekend, not only did I wear this smoking hot dress, but I also got up in front of a room of about 65ish people, and MC'd a wedding. This next statement may sound a bit ridiculous and I’ve thought a lot about this over the past couple of days, but I really don’t think I could have done that 116 pounds ago. The list of reasons is long, but definitely includes both the physical – I probably couldn’t have been on my feet that long – to the emotional – I wouldn’t have had enough confidence to carry myself and command a room the way I needed to.
Do people treat me differently now than 116 pounds ago?
I’ll never know for sure, but that absolutely plays a part in it.