The pressure to look my best on my wedding day is killing me
No, I don't want to look like Katrina Kaif on my D-Day.
With just three months left for my wedding, I am getting jittery already. And no, it's got nothing to do with adjusting to a new family and a new culture.
The problem is that I am expected to look my best on my wedding day. Glowing skin, porcelain complexion, and a svelte figure.
I come from a family where physical attributes are as important as oxygen. And you are no good unless you look like a diva at all times. So, you can imagine my horror at the thought of being inspected by hundred of aunties at the same time. I can imagine my extended family going all "hai yeh kya ho gaya! Skin kitni dark ho gayi hai." And boy is it giving me nightmares!
To be honest, I don't pay too much attention to my physical appearance. Going to the gym and spending hours in a beauty salon is too much of a task for me. Living in a metropolitan alone and fending for myself leaves me with little energy. As a result, my weekends are spent lying in bed and catching up on some much-needed beauty sleep.
With the wedding just around the corner, I am now expected to get all of this done. Why should I have to go through this pain of being hair-free now? Or sit for exhaustive pre-bridal procedures that cost the moon and the earth.
Those who love to be pampered this, see it as a treat. But, I don't have much patience for beauty procedures, where people tug at my skin and rip hair off my face and body. I am just happy being a hairy bridezilla, thank you very much.
For years, I have managed to fend off the diktats imposed by my mum--but now, I am trapped. The other day, I was dragged to a parlour by my cousin to book an appointment for my bridal make-up. After examining my face, the woman in-charge clicked her tongue in disappointment.
"Kuch karvate nahi ho aap? Sabko karna padta hai, Katrina jaisa lagna hai ya nahi?" she reprimanded me.
I was sent back with homework. She wanted me to get rid of my facial and body hair before I visit her the next time. What atrocity is this?
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What about the zit that decided to make an appearance that very day? Or the bloated face that is the result of all the stress piled upon the bride-to-be? Why not let the girl breathe and just relax. It's anyway a daunting road ahead. The least we can do is not barrage her with superficial and vain expectations.
Coming back to my hair-riddled conundrum, I am not sure how long I can keep my mother, sister, cousins, and that obscure parlour lady off my back. Maybe I will have to give in and go under the wax knife. But I promise, I won't go down without a fight!