So for the past year, I've been fretting over the dress that I had to wear in the wedding. It's very form fitting...and as anyone who has had a dramatic weightloss knows...there is a lot of excess skin hanging around to make life a bit miserable.

But let me back up for a moment. I just have to say that I LOVE my sister-in-law! How many people are lucky enough to say that? Her style is clean and tight and the bridesmaids dresses were smokin' hot. But my bumps and rolls were my main concern in this very beautiful Jessica McClintock dress. 

I agonized for months on how I could hide the skin fold museum that resides deep beneath my clothes...

So the weekend before the wedding, I broke down and bought a scuba suit. I had lycra from head to toe - I was stuffed in that shit like an Italian sausage. I was bullet proof and water repellant. My skin was frozen in time and not going anywhere. You could bounce a quarter off my ass and I'd never know it...

So thanks to Sears and their man-made synthetics - I rocked this dress all day long. Stretch marks be damned! I didn't even care a little bit. The fact that I couldn't use the bathroom without two spotters and a bodyguard was bothersome, but sooooooooo worth it!

So the bridal party gets introduced into the reception and I'm mingling with the crowd. Doug fabulized my hair and my makeup was cute. Suddenly, a stranger approaches. He says, "Excuse me...but I just wanted to tell you that you win the prize for the best looking bridesmaid."  

Um, what?

I looked around. For a minute I was lost. Is he talking to me? Can't be. No way.

I flash back to being 300 pounds. Back then the only prize I was winning was the pie eating contest. 

I feel like my life just passed before me in 30 seconds. I stand stupid for a minute.

I look around the room, look back at him and say, "Me?"

He says, "Yes, you."

I thank him for the compliment and think for a second.

How far I've come. 

Never thought I'd hear that.

Best looking bridesmaid.

So what did I win?

A lot....a lot.

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