Well the crash diet worked until I started eating again - SHOCKER. And while starving myself allowed me to shed the bloat, I still needed some assistance to get into the dress that ended up to be TOO SMALL TO BEGIN WITH.
That's right folks, I wasn't a chunky mc-chunkerson who couldn't fit into her dress because she went on a depressive eating spiral. Another bridesmaid had the same problem, and she WAS one of those girls. We could only conclude that some bitch at the bridal store had it out for us. I also remembered that the only time the dress had ever fit me was when I had mono and was actually starving.
Life's a bitch and so are sales assistants.
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