Our lopsided guest list has me afraid of being a stranger at my own wedding
When I started confronting my fears that I would feel like a stranger on our wedding day, I felt like I was the only bride that ever felt that way. After all, I thought brides were always supposed to be happy, enthusiastic and the natural center of attention. But as I worked through my stranger danger anxiety, I realized that the steps I was taking were useful not only to my particular issue, but also to many types of wedding-related anxiety.
We’re all a little afraid and full of dreams: finding common ground with wedding planning
Just as I’m entitled to a little restraint from those who may not share my path, those who’ve dreamed about their wedding day on a very regular basis and have, since buying that Dream Bride Barbie many years ago, deserve their fairy tale wedding without the condemnation of “enlightened” people telling them that they’re superficial or misguided.
10 tips for how to handle me now that I’m a bride
I am getting married next weekend and I am, to the surprise of myself and those around me, not a wreck. Hurrah! However, there are some things I have noticed, about the way people are treating me that is causing some strife. So here is my guide to handling me now that I’m a bride.
Bride vs Host: the root of the bridentity crisis
Weddings are overwhelming because they ask individuals to fulfill two identities simultaneously: one identity is making an emotional and personal relationship transition, and the other identity is someone who is throwing an amazing celebration. To make it simple, the first identity is a bride and the second is a host.
Bride spins out of control selecting Save the Date photos
So, I’m getting married. Like, picked a date. Like, getting magazines delivered monthly to my door, reserving room blocks, and picking out “my colors.” And, although the semi-addicted online shopper in me enjoys parts of this exploration, it does become a glitter and bubbles-filled tornado after awhile. And I was spinning out of control.
A butch bridentity crisis: pretending I don’t care
I am butch. I have short hair and don’t wear bling, or dresses, or sexy underwear, and love button-downs, and am a martial artist… I occupy “masculine” on the public radar. I am very excited for the wedding. but at the end of the day I am damn excited to put on fancy clothes and say nice things to my gentleman and eat awesome food and have our parents meet each other and get my relationship validated by our families. So, why am I so determined to pretend I don’t care?