When I got married I chose the dress over a friend – basically told her that if she didn’t like the dress I understood that she didn’t really want to be in the wedding. I was a Bridezilla and I lost a friend because of my behavior. We have not been able to get beyond it. If there was a “do-over” button for me, I’d tell her to wear whatever she wanted – I just really needed her by my side. I hope the future brides reading this will learn by my very big mistake.

I had been in six weddings and only one bride said to me – “let’s go out and find a dress that you love and fits “the girls” (as Katie calls them). At that wedding I felt great and had a great time. At all the rest of the weddings I was so self conscious and constantly trying to readjust my dress to be sure that I wasn’t hanging out.

At my wedding I went out with each bridesmaid individually and showed them styles from Watters and Watters because they have all sizes and so many beautiful styles. I found a type of material that they use on 3 different styles so I let my Bridesmaids choose what style they liked the most and we ordered them all in the same color and material.

I really did my homework before I took any of the Bridesmaids out and I couldn’t agree with this blog post more – go to a qualified Bridal Salon Consultant and tell them about your group of friends so they can direct you to styles and designers that are going to flatter your bridesmaids.

Katie was 8 months pregnant when I got married and because we had chosen a beautiful maternity bridesmaid dress – she never looked more beautiful! I am so glad that there are many designers that are dealing with the fact that friends come in many shapes and sizes – now I just wish more brides were more sensitive to their very own bridesmaids.

Well Laura (my BFF) had been in many weddings and the one just before I got engaged was humiliating for her when she tried to fit her “Double D Girls” in a strapless dress – and while dancing, “the girls” fell out… She was so embarrassed she never told me about it and me having itty bitty titties was totally clueless and insensitive. My refrigerator picture of my “dream bridesmaid dress” quite literally made Laura sick to her stomach every time she saw it. She literally could not stomach being in another wedding that made her feel fat, ugly and awkward.

Two years later when she was getting married she confessed and profusely apologized to me for hurting my feelings and told me why she chose to lie and not be in my wedding. After we cried for an hour or two we finally started laughing about it because I was pregnant and she was going to have to find a dress that fit a VERY pregnant matron of honor!