My Mother of the Bride dress has been purchased for the wedding of the century. Thank God, it doesn’t look like any of the dresses pictured above.
It looks more like the slutty sister of the bride. HAHAHA!!
No, no, I’m only kidding!!!! This is not the dress!! It’s actually lovely – lovely enough that when I spotted myself in the mirror, I burst into tears. Some of the tears were because I finally realized my daughter is getting married. The other tears were because I never thought I’d be pretty again.
Don’t get me wrong. I know I present a nice image when I’m in public. I get my hair cut and my roots and highlights touched up every 4 weeks. I wear foundation and lipstick. My teeth are white from the whitening toothpaste and Crest strips that I use. My clothes are clean and my breath is fresh. I’m overweight but I try to dress appropriately to “accent the positive and eliminate the negative”.
All that being said, I haven’t felt “pretty” in years. I used to turn heads when I walked into a room – literally turn heads!! One day I was walking down the street and a man actually drove up the curb and almost hit a street lamp because he was watching me. Growing up, I always had a date on Friday and Saturday night.
And then slowly though the years, I became invisible.
My friends and I have discussed this phenomenon. It’s a gradual change, but it seems to happen to most women in their 50’s. Men stop holding doors for you. Young moms cut in front of you when you’re standing in line at the lunch meat counter. People brush past you in Panera to fill their soda as if you’re not even there.
I’ve gotten used to it and accepted it. I know I’m more than looks – I’m smart and funny and kind and am interested in what you have to say.
But for once, just once, while I was standing in front of that mirror in my aubergine gown , I felt pretty again.
That oughta last me ‘til I’m 80.