#bride prep

Yes, yes, yes, I’ve gone quiet. It’s been one of those things I think about on the daily but couldn’t quite bring myself to admitting. It’s not even that I have a good excuse, like stress, pregnancy or cold feet, it’s quite embarrassing really and it goes a bit like this.. For as long as I can remember, I’ve instilled a certain way of life that seems to come into my daily practise at the worst…

There’s something about a white dress and those blessed vows that turn females into dieting, stress heads, determined to shape their body at any cost. For those of us who did our debutante balls, perhaps that’s at the core of the issue? I was about 15kg heavier with a terrible hair colour and an even worse dress sense, and I think I’ve been scarred by the photos ever since. There’s always a photo…