So, no basket of flowers on the horizon, to tell the truth, I never imagined an army of young children spreading flower petals in the aisle before my entry. It must be said that before this marriage, I had never really considered the question of a wedding ceremony. The only times it crossed my mind, I saw myself more in Las Vegas, with Elvis as a priest and the Blues Brothers as witnesses! We are very far from the flower girls!
As for my dress, forsooth, a tuxedo fitted with sexy lingerie underneath and a garter belt. Another ceremony for adults only!
At least I stayed true to myself for my solo wedding, no kids, despite a traditional wedding dress and no Elvis.
 
In addition, it makes me think that Carrie Bradshaw in the second film Sex and the City, goes to the wedding of his best friend in a tuxedo. It is true that my life is very similar to this fictional character. Many of my friends call me Carrie for many reasons. My best friend finds that my personality is very similar to this woman, we both seek to be loved for who we are, without cheating or compromising. We want to find someone who takes us as we are or not at all. Other girlfriends especially see the resemblance to my passion for fashion, clothes and luxury shoes, certainly I have a nice wardrobe on this side, I will not lie. And now, I spend my time writing, which adds even more similarity. I do not have my picture yet on a bus, but it may come with this book, I was on TV, it is already a good start.
 
Moreover, during my first TV show, my host told me that the first thing she had thought about when she discovered my story in the press, was the passage where Big did not come to the wedding and left Carrie in distress. I remember when I saw this scene in the first movie Sex and the City, I started crying all the tears in my body, as if I was touched personally, as if I understood, and now I can say that is the case, I understand! I also thought a lot about this part of the film, after having received the email of break-up. This pain that tears the chest apart, the breath which cannot manage to make its way anymore, the tears that take control of our body, and our brain who does not know how to handle this information confronted with the impossible reality.
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My Dress

“I am both strong and incredibly sensitive, hard and fragile. Do not shake me too hard, I only hold by a tear.” Unknown author.

When I see the pictures of my wedding, I do not think of my breakup but the wonderful woman that I am and the sublime dress that I wear in a breathtaking place. What fate would I have reserved for my dress otherwise, would I have burned it, shut it away in a closet, and by some blow of depression taking it out to put it on and burst into tears? Instead, I wore it proudly, elegantly with all my femininity, my self-confidence and my buried wounds. No, it is not paradoxical, the human being is well done, we can know who we are and what we want while being fragile.
It took me several months of intensive research and endless fitting to find the perfect gown, not to mention countless alterations. I could not let my dress down, we chose each other, it was entitled to its big show too.

"Verity" was the name of my dress. Maybe it was a premonition.
My dress has definitely highlighted the reality (the groom was not there) and the thought behind (he did not want to marry me).
It can also be seen from my point of view, which gives, I am great (thought) so I marry myself (reality).
I must keep this in mind if I decide to marry a man eventually, I will choose a dress called Passion, Engagement, Fidelity, Will-never-let-me-down ...
In any case, a dress which already contained the secret of an eternal love, the love I had for myself and which I had not yet discovered.

One of the most difficult moments of my life was having to carry my beautiful wedding dress in my carry-on bag for 10,000 miles when my heart was in millions of pieces. I left my broken life for an uncertain future with 3,500 euros of lace, fabric and beads in my cabin luggage ... Me too, at that moment I would have liked to be rolled into a ball in this bag. Plunged into the dark, out of sight. [...]

My dress Verity was like a second skin, despite the metres of fabric and lace, it did not dress me, it inhabited me.

I had placed my dress and all that was necessary for my outfit in a separate room, my witnesses helped me to button up and arrange myself, my sister gave me the earrings, my best friend my shoes, the photographer was waiting, I was ready.

I am so happy to have chosen this dress rather than another, it was very suited to my solo wedding. Fragile and delicate but with personality, a queen dress for the crowning of my self-love.