Abeera Anwar
Weddings are supposed to be a celebration of love, family, and unity, but sometimes they become a battlefield of pride, egos, and hidden grudges. When my dad announced he was marrying his fiancée, “Joceline,” I braced myself for the drama. We’ve never really gotten along, mostly because she’s openly judgmental about my plastic surgeries — something my dad supported me through. But when I agreed to be a bridesmaid for the sake of family harmony, I didn’t expect the real war to start over a single dress. And trust me… it wasn’t just any dress — it was an ugly lilac nightmare that made me look like a lifeless pencil.
A History She Hates Me For
The Bridesmaid Role I Didn’t Even Want
The Perfect Dress… Or So I Thought
The Dress From Fashion Hell
Standing My Ground
Dad Steps In… and It Gets Worse
The Final Straw
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In the end, I decided my dignity was worth more than a forced smile in a dress I hated. I dropped out of the bridesmaid role and told Joceline I’d attend only as my dad’s daughter, not her prop. She called me an AH again and insisted she’d still choose what I wear, but I’ve made my choice — I’m not letting anyone dictate my appearance to fit their insecurities. Maybe to her, this is about “her day,” but to me, it’s about self-respect. So now I’m left wondering — was I wrong for refusing to play along, or did I just save myself from being a silent accessory in someone else’s power game?
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