I Turned 40 as Poison Ivy and Honestly? Almost Didn't Breathe.
So here's the deal. I needed a size 20 dress for my 40th birthday costume party. I was going as Poison Ivy—because if you can't be a little ridiculous at 40, when can you be? But the size 20 was sold out everywhere. So I did what any sane, desperate woman would do. I ordered the 18.
Let me back up. Being a thicker girl means nobody's proportions are normal. Like, I don't have the chesticles that some other curvy women have lol. Just not blessed in that department. But the backside? Oh, I've got way too much going on back there. So trying to find a dress that fits both? It's a nightmare.
I learned something important after screwing up my first order. When you're measuring yourself, only do your rib area. Don't worry about your lower gut. Don't even think about your butt. That's how I messed up the first time—I overthought everything below the waist. For the record, my lower half wears anywhere from a 20 to a 24, depending on the fabric and the brand. So you can see why I was nervous.
But this company? They were so fast. Unbelievably fast. They got the new dress to me in no time, and I just prayed to the dress gods that the corset top would work its magic.
And you know what? It's stunning. This dress has actual boning in the corset. It's got little cups for your boobs and an extra strap to hold everything better than my wedding dress ever did. I'm not kidding. My wedding dress didn't have any of that.
The fabric is amazing. The value is amazing. I love this dress and this company so much. They made me feel like a princess on my 40th—well, a Poison Ivy princess, but close enough.
This is a forever dress. I'll keep it forever.
Now here's the funny part. I also went by the measurements for another dress I tried, and that one was actually too big. Still gorgeous. Still way better material than my wedding dress. But too big. So I need that size 20 but couldn't get it in time. That's why I'm trying the 18.
Honestly? I might not be breathing for my birthday. We'll see. I'll update this review when the next one arrives. Wish me luck—and maybe send a little extra oxygen.