I sold my wedding dress on Craigslist
Who knew letting go could bring joy?
After several years of being in a relationship, I’d received the proposal of my life.
For some, the search for a dress is overwhelming. Within two months of my search I’d found the one. Call me lucky.
The model was one I’d saw myself in. Even mom agreed. The dress unlike any other, adorned with a burgundy reddish design up top with a veil to match with the trim, blew me away at first sight.
Every woman deserves to wear the dress she feels was made just for her. And for me this was it. Which may be why after the vow exchange it was hard to part with.
I didn’t have daughters to pass down to. Who says they’d even want it?
It symbolized something. A union. One I’d never dreamed of.
My childhood wasn’t filled with Barbies and Ken’s playing make believe. My teen years weren’t spent scribbling my crush’s last name after mine in notebooks.
I was me. In my head living my life my way.
The result? One man took notice and locked me down.
It was a beautiful day. Everyone loved my dress, and I loved it even more once the pictures returned. Given that, who was I to deprive another woman of this feeling?
