Watch Out for Thin Fabric on Bridesmaid Dresses
Okay first of all, I’m not a blogger or anything. I just survived a wedding weekend and my feet still hurt. But I had to get this off my chest because I wish someone had told me.
The dress. Oh man. I tried it on and literally stood in front of the mirror for five minutes just… staring. It's this gorgeous blue color — not that cheap-looking blue, you know? The kind that actually makes you look alive. And the fabric? Super soft. Like I wanted to sleep in it soft. But also it drapes nicely, not like those stiff things that make you look like a lamp shade.
I'm not skinny, let's be real. My waist disappears most days. But this dress actually gave me some shape. I was shocked.
Fast forward to the wedding morning. Bride was getting her hair done, I was standing there in the dress, taking selfies to send my mom. She texted back “cute” and then “did you shave your armpits?” Thanks mom.
Anyway. The ceremony was outside under this massive oak tree. I'm talking ancient, huge, probably seen more weddings than I ever will. Sun was out, sky was stupidly blue, grass looked fake. I walked down the aisle with my husband (yeah I'm married and still a bridesmaid lol) and my only thought was “don't trip don't trip don't trip.” I did step on the hem once but didn't fall so we're good.
When the bride came out I teared up. Not pretty crying. Like nose-running, ugly-crying. The other bridesmaid handed me a tissue and whispered “your mascara.” I said I don't care, nobody's looking at me.
Then photos, dinner, dancing. Wore the dress from 7am to 9pm. Surprisingly comfortable. I could run, squat, help the bride pee (yes that's a real bridesmaid duty), no problem.
But here's the thing that pissed me off.
The fabric is THIN. Like, sheer-ish thin. I wore this padded seamless bra — not even a push-up, just a normal one with a little foam — and in the afternoon the photographer showed me a picture on his camera. My heart dropped. You could clearly see the outline of the pads. Both of them. Just sitting there. Like two little circles saying hello to everyone.
It was already 3pm. Nothing I could do. For the rest of the night I kept standing super straight, trying to make the shadows disappear. Didn't work. Later I saw a candid shot of me laughing — and I swear, my bra pads were more visible than my face.
I was so annoyed. Not at the dress, at myself. When I tried it on at home, I just looked in the mirror and thought “looks fine.” Never thought to stand by a window. Never thought to take a flash photo. Big mistake.
So if you're shopping for a bridesmaid dress, please learn from my stupidity. Try it on in bright daylight. Take a picture with flash. Bend over. Twist. Have a friend stare at your chest and be honest. And if the fabric is thin, wear one of those super smooth, skin-colored, no-lines, barely-there bras. Or even those silicone nipple covers. Just don't do what I did.
But honestly? I'd still buy this dress again. Not because of some “memories are priceless” cheesy crap. But because it really is pretty and comfy and I had a blast wearing it. The pad thing still bugs me but I'd just fix the underwear situation next time.
That's it. You do what you want. Just… test the damn thing under light first. You're welcome