measuring up.
Two weeks ago, I had my measurements taken by the couturier’s assistant for my gown that I’d be wearing for my brother’s wedding. After which, the couturier started sketching his suggestions for my gown. With the current state of my body, I asked him to hide several flaws. Well, not really hide. More like leading the eyes away from them. We ended up having 3 sketches before I finally agreed on a design. (I think he was sort of annoyed by me and my sister for rejecting the first two sketches.
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I could always take those diet pills that work in time for the wedding. But I’m afraid it would have adverse effect as I am breastfeeding my baby. Honestly, I’d want to lose weight soon not only for this wedding, but in time for my baby’s christening too. Well, if I don’t, I can always have my daughter stand in front of me for picture taking. Haha!



