The first time I went to try on wedding dresses, I was terrified. I arrived at the store, sat on a pink velvet couch, and immediately texted my friend, "This feels like I'm waiting to go get a pap smear." I watched other brides come and go for a few minutes, marveling at how they all seemed so calm — excited, even. Meanwhile, I felt like I was about to projectile vomit into a shelf of assorted canvas tote bags with "wifey" scrawled across the front.
