Imagine being an excited bride to be, who, weeks before her wedding has a slashed face because of an attack by a member of her family. This week, we have a bride who bravely retells us of an incident that nearly shook her. But she went on and did not let this incident mar her beautiful wedding and her amazing spirit. Her advice: Don't sweat the small stuff. Don't let anything take away from you as a bride on your wedding day. It may seem otherwise, but weddings are bigger than outfits, decor, and makeup. So every time you think you have it bad as a bride, remember there's someone else who went through a lot worse and came out smiling!
I just stood there, looking at myself in the mirror. For how long, I am not sure, I looked ghastly, hideous. How was I to go ahead with the wedding like this? It was the worst that could have happened to any girl, to any bride-to-be. It all started flashing back to me, the hard work that I had put in for the last six months, the wedding ahead of me, the marks all over my face which weren't going to go by then, and most importantly...how my fiance was going to feel. Tears started rolling down my cheeks at the thought of him, and it hurt even more. The truth is that it was my sibling who had scratched me all over my face. It had happened so quickly, I couldn't even move. For a few minutes I didn't even know what had happened to me - my face burned, that was all I felt, it almost felt like someone had put acid on it. Slowly I gathered the courage to go and look at myself, I broke down completely. It's schizophrenia they told me, she hasn't been doing so well after losing Mom; but neither had I, so it didn't do me any good.
Not knowing what else to do, I clicked a picture and sent it to my friend. She calmed me down over the phone and then called my fiance. When he called me, I didn't know what to say to him. "I am so sorry I let this happen to you", he said, "Just a few more days, love, we will get through this I promise." Hadn't he been with me, I am not sure I would have been able to go through with the wedding at all. It was not just my appearance that was the problem anymore, I broke down anytime, anywhere, immediately after waking up and even in the middle of the night. It was his wedding too, but he went through it all, just for me. I would repeat the incident over and over in my head, wondering how it could have happened differently, what could have been if I wasn't standing so close to her, if I wouldn't have spoken to her at all, if I would have just ignored, I could have still been a pretty bride on my wedding day.The wounds healed faster than I had expected, I got hopeful, but even as the wedding day got closer, the marks refused to disappear. I had already informed my makeup artist, so she came prepared, but I had to put twice as much makeup than what was necessary. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I had not once stepped out of the house without a scarf or a sunscreen for the past half year, and here I was with a face full of blemishes. Tired of all the stress, I plugged in some loud music and went for a run, I felt much better. As I ran through the meadows, I decided to just let go, and have as much fun at my wedding as was possible. I decided to just be me, as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't spent the last two weeks crying myself to sleep each night, and like I had not wished to call the wedding off every single day.So I went ahead, and dolled up, danced to my heart's content, and sang until my throat hurt. I laughed and I enjoyed, I had a total blast at my wedding. "You are the most chilled-out bride I have ever seen", said my stylist. And chilled-out, I was.
People were always around, so I couldn't take off my make up even for a minute. When I couldn't hire the makeup services any longer, I started doing it on my own, but of course it showed. People kept coming and wiping my face thinking it was smudged kajal.I had to be even more careful at my in-laws' place, although they knew and were very sympathetic and understanding towards me, we didn't want everyone to know. I had to put up makeup as soon as I woke up, and not take it off until everyone had left. At night, my husband touched each mark softly, as if trying to heal it, and the sadness in his eyes only increased each time he touched my face.It's been over a month now, and my face has almost healed only with hints of the incident left on my face, the wounds in the heart, not very sure. All I would want the other brides to know and understand is that no matter how hard you try for your wedding to be perfect, there can be some things that may not go as planned, the blouse may hang a little loose, the photographer may miss his flight, or you may not find a piece of accessory on your wedding day; but always know that it is just you two that matter. Always know that it is only your day, and always know that there was a bride who went through a lot worse, and yet had a wonderful time on her d-day. And as long as there is love between you two, everything will work out!Here's to all the brides-to-be, cheers!
