I tried on my wedding dress today.
It didn't fit.
I don't know why I thought it would.
I'm not the same person who wore it back on July 12th, 2008.
Don't get me wrong -- she was great.
But the me of today, she's even better.
Saggier, for sure.
Aged and less fit, yes.
But she's also way more
and unworried about what other people think of her.
The most significant and most dramatic difference between 2008 me and 2020 me?
I'm a mama now.
A mama of three -- ages 9, 6, and 4.
And, if my new body, the one that carried, birthed and continues to raise those three incredible humans, refuses to fit in my old dress, I think I'll survive.
And I also think there's no reason for me not to gorge on some chicken wings tonight 'cause my sweatpants are a lot more comfortable than that itchy, corset-stitched-in white monstrosity anyway.