After multiple weeks of upheaval at home, an endless work schedule and the added stress of the wedding venue you booked over a year ago going bust, I am understandably exhausted. Well and truly pooped with the biggest bags under my eyes. It's a pretty sight, I can tell you.
At times like this, you want to be treated a little kindly.
Unfortunately, I was faced with a bit of a social dilemma: What to do when someone comments on your weight.
It seems like when you are due to be getting married (less than 5 months now), you are fair game for the rest of the world to freely comment on your weight, diet and whether you will be losing those pounds any time soon.
Personally, I need to lose weight. My BMI tells me that I'm obese ( I hate that word with a passion) and to be healthy, I need to drop a couple of stones. In reality, I know I am never going to be a size 10. Looking at photos of 5 generations of women in my family, we are all the same: Short, large busted, and carrying all our weight around our middles. Genetics are genetics, I'm not going to fight that.
I'm happy to talk about this myself, it's my body, my weight and my situation. What I can't stand is the thought that other people can comment on this, seemingly guilt free. You wouldn't walk up to someone and tell them they are too fat (at least I would hope you wouldn't).
So why is it that once you have announced your engagement, people find it acceptable to constantly ask 'So are you on a wedding diet?' 'Is the dress going to fit?' and 'At least after the wedding you can eat what you want'. Shocking behaviour.
So, the trigger for this post? Being told this week: "You'd better stop eating those crisps or you're not going to fit into that wedding dress". I could have cried.
In fact, I ordered my dress online a year ago, it was custom made to fit ME, not an anorexic version of myself. I hate the expectation that in the lead up to my wedding I'm supposed to eat nothing but dust and Ryvita.
I like eating healthily, I do try to balance my diet- it just so happens that there haven't been enough hours in the week to actually go food shopping for fresh ingredients, so grabbing a quick packet of crisps on the way out of the front door was a way to ensure I ate something that particular day.
Has anyone else experienced this,is it socially acceptable, or am I just overreacting as a result of my epic tiredness levels...?