On here, the OP regularly sees people shaming family members and friends for wearing white to weddings and upstaging the bride. And every time they see those posts, they remember what they did years ago, and it makes them cringe every time. Here’s the retelling:
Growing up, OP didn’t have a single dress, but their older sister had a full wardrobe full of formal dresses for school proms, balls, and parties. When a male cousin had a wedding, OP had to dress up for the first time in their life. Excited yet anxious, they decided to rummage through their sister’s extensive wardrobe to find something suitable. As they shuffled through the collection, disappointment washed over them. Due to their unique build, most of the dresses either didn’t fit or looked awful on them.
In the end, they picked out an off-white, empire waist dress. It featured a layered chiffon floor-length skirt and a pearl bead detailed waist and neckline. OP was feeling fabulous and convinced that they could pull it off. Their mother approved, and even their sister said it looked fine. With a newfound confidence swelling inside, OP thought they looked great and couldn’t wait to show off the ensemble.
On the way to the reception, as they passed through a busy street in the city, a group of drunk guys yelled out, asking where the bride was heading off to. At that moment, OP brushed it off, thinking, “Sure, I’m wearing a white dress, but I’m clearly just a 16-year-old traveling with my family.” Their mind was elsewhere, filled with images of the celebration ahead.
Upon arriving at the venue, OP’s excitement quickly morphed into confusion. They spotted the actual bride for the first time. Not being particularly close to their cousin, OP had never met his fiancée before. To say she was a tomboy type would be an understatement. She wore a plain, single-layer satin dress that had zero embellishments on the bodice, skirt, or neckline. Besides her veil, she didn’t wear any other accessories. In stark contrast, OP stood awkwardly in their sparkly jewelry tiara they had plucked from their sister’s accessories hoard. A glimmering crown on their head and a flowing white dress made them feel like a princess, but now it felt a bit different.
As they mingled, OP couldn’t shake off the strange vibe in the room. People were acting weird and awkward around them. Conversations were stilted, and they felt a palpable tension in the air. Being autistic, OP attributed this to typical wedding jitters. After all, it was a big mix of people from different backgrounds. They figured that maybe the bride was shy since she had never met them before and that the bride’s family might be feeling the same way. It was a large gathering, and their cousin probably had plenty of other family and friends to chat with. OP was reasonably sure that they were overthinking this and shrugged it off.
However, as the night wore on, OP’s discomfort grew, and they couldn’t help but feel like they were at the center of something awkward. Reflecting back now, they realize just how they must have looked: a “rude” 16-year-old trying to steal the spotlight in a floor-length off-white dress at a wedding. Not only was it the wrong color, but the tiara added a whole other layer of absurdity to the situation. They wished someone had pulled them aside to explain the unwritten rule about this dress code. But no one did.
Fast forward to today, and OP hasn’t been invited to any more family-related weddings since that infamous night. They’ve learned their lesson the hard way and definitely will be opting for something green or, quite simply, NOT WHITE the next time a wedding invite comes their way.
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