A while back, the Young Women at church had a wedding dress "fashion show" for one of their Wednesday night activities. I was asked if they could borrow my wedding dress for the occasion. Since I had yet to take the dress in to be dry cleaned again, I decided I would try on the dress myself. If I remember correctly, I am decently close in weight to where I was then.
Talk about a humbling experience. Oh boy. My hips, rib cage, waist, and shoulders are all proportioned differently. (I'm blaming the kids.) Due to my restricted movement in the dress, I had to ask for Ryan's help getting the zipper up. I would have heaved a sigh of relief when the zipper made it to its final destination, but I couldn't take any deep breaths.