Bridal trials

I am 21 years old, but I still fiercely hold on to the fairy tale dreams of a five-year-old, who planned the perfect wedding for Barbie and imagined walking down the aisle in a Cinderella-style ball gown.

Since my mom took my Barbie dream house away, I have replaced make-believe wedding dreams with reality shows, indulging in some Say Yes to the Dress and Four Weddings to get my bridal fix.

However, my wedding fantasies were dashed after making the mistake of watching Bridalplasty.

Bridalplasty is the Survivor of the bridal world, where the bride-to-be who outwits, outlasts and outplays the other brides gets her dream wedding.

There are of course immunity challenges, but the brides don’t get a much-needed meal or a day trip. Instead, they get a plastic surgery of their choice.

Just like in Survivor, the contestants lose a ton of weight, though theirs is surgically enhanced through tummy tucks and liposuction.

I understand that a wedding is an important day in a woman’s life and that all eyes are on her, but having saggy arms or a crooked nose shouldn’t detract from the romance of the day and the significance of tying yourself to another person for eternity.

One episode that I watched showed one of the brides gallantly giving up her plastic surgery to another bride who she knew really wanted and deserved a surgery.

All the brides started to cry and say what an amazing person she was for making this sacrifice.

I guess to show my love to my friends I will have to give them my facelift in future.

This show is a sad reminder of the world we live in, a world where we are constantly on the quest for bodily perfection.

These brides seem to have forgotten that their fiancées chose them without all these surgeries, and that the people coming to their wedding are friends and family who love them regardless.

Whether these brides chose to or not, I’m going to hold on to my fairy tale wedding dreams, where my biggest concern is how I manage to pay for a castle in the south of France and how to get over my allergy to horses so that I can have my horse-drawn carriage.

These are my wedding dreams and I will avoid the nightmares of bruising and scars at all costs.

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