Weddings are near unbeatable when it comes to standards of picture perfection. In how many magazines or movies or wedding blogs or Pinterest boards do you see something go wrong? Do you see awkward dance moves? Or empty chairs? Or people looking bored? Or the bride’s bra strap showing?
Wedding albums are a carefully curated selection of only the most perfect, most loving, shots. Almost leading you to believe happiness alone was what made everything so photogenic. The sun came out and the guests were beautiful and the bride’s makeup didn’t get hot and sweaty purely because of the love and the happiness and can’t you just feel the couple’s connection through the photographs?
What a horrible load of pressure. What an absolute impossibility in real life.
"I slouched in all the photos. Nobody sat in the front rows at all, so the photos show a bunch of empty plastic chairs, which looks awkward. There were no sunsets, a good friend was missing, two people no-showed entirely, and my bra strap is showing in one photo. These were just some of the things that felt very 'less than'."
This was one woman’s experience, as told on Ravishly. It’s the first time I’ve ever thought about post-wedding shame. Not shame that’s it’s over. But shame that it has happened, and it was absolutely nothing like you thought it should be.
"I know people experience some type of letdown after weddings, but mine was not because there was no more planning (I was thrilled that was over!)," the woman wrote. "Mine was all related to thinking it was just inadequate."
How devastating. But, when you browse through the carefully lighted, perfectly put-together wedding inspiration shots on Instagram and Pinterest, how utterly understandable.
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Seriously? The wedding is just a means to an end. The goal is being married to the person you love, not having an instagram-worthy day.
Actually I totally get this. I didn't have ideals of Instagram-worthy perfection of my wedding day, but I did think that I would be happy all day and our love would make it all a wonderful celebration.
And while it was a wonderful day, I ended up accidentally falling pregnant a few weeks beforehand and spent the whole day feeling like throwing up before actually throwing up at the end. My shoes ended up being a bit too tight and too high and my feet were absolutely killing after about an hour. The strap on my dress broke. Half my friends decided they didn't feel like dancing so the dance floor ended up half empty and the whole event petered out about an hour early.
I was secretly really disappointed afterwards, even though I kept reminding myself that all that mattered was that my husband and I loved each other. Thankfully over time I've gained more persective and our daughter being born - and other special occasions since - and provided many other 'best days of our lives'.