[image text] Wendy decided not to give up her last name when she got married. Wendy knows that love doesn’t demand anyone to give up symbols of their own identity in its name. If your name is important to you, you should keep it!
[texto da imagem] Wendy decidiu não abrir mão do seu sobrenome ao se casar. Wendy sabe que o amor não deve exigir que ninguém abandone símbolos de sua identidade por sua causa. Se seu nome é importante para você, mantenha-o!
(**The following is a story about being a plus size bride that is potentially triggering**) I felt that in the time leading up to my wedding, everything started to be about image. The minute you walk into a bridal store, you’re bombarded by the fact that samples don’t come in your size, or that so-and-so cut won’t flatter you, or that you’ll need to wear this-that-and-the-other shapewear to really “suck you in” (all of this was actually said to me while shopping for a dress.) It seems like I went in cynical and strong, but as the wedding grew near I found myself more and more worried. I thought about the eyes on me and the pictures, and the judgement of everyone because my body wasn’t ideal. I wasn’t bridal. I feared every fitting. I started to believe “random” tips I was getting on weight loss pre-wedding. Still, with the help of Tumblr, my friends, and my now husband, I was able to scoff off the crap time and time again. Through all of the misguided “tips and tricks” I walked down the aisle as ME. My husband said “I do” to ME. You are beautiful the way you are. You are bridal (should you choose to be, etc.) You are just as worthy as the brides in the magazine and on Pinterest and everywhere else. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise! Now I look at this photos and all I see is magic. It was a perfect day.
idc how old or tired or pregnant you are, if you white, i’m not giving up my seat on public transportation for you. ever. and i’ll stare right back in your face while you swayin all rickety and raggedy on the pole.