I was the fattest in my life on my wedding day. I look like a softly rounded Earth Mother or something. I don't really mind it looking back, but at the time I had a similar rude shock once the pictures started coming in (especially when my skinny, beautiful, so-nice-you-can't-even-hate-her-for-the-other-two-things cousin showed up with her crazy lollipop head and cute little dresses). Heck, my Maid of Honor wore a size four silver satin evening gown for the ceremony.

And I? Wore my chiffon silk muumuu looking empire waisted (still beautiful, but muumuuesque all the same) gown with flats. I was the roundest, shortest, shiniest (why did not one blot me, why?!?!) little bride ever. But I was also absolutely stupidly glowingly happy.

I hope that shows in your pictures too... because years from now? When you've changed our body and have started to get into the comfortable rhythms of being with your Mister (doesn't matter if you lived together before, marriage really does change everything) you'll look back at those horrible pictures and all you'll see is the happiness of everyone involved... especially you.