My Cousin Deliberately Made My Wedding Dress Two Sizes Too Small – She Was Astonished When She Saw How I Handled It

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. I was surrounded by the people who loved me, and even more, my cousin wanted to do something so intimate by making me a wedding dress.

Everything felt right.

We spent weeks choosing the design and fabrics. We pored over the magazines and websites, and finally, I had an idea in mind.

One day, I met Sarah at her office, ready to take my final measurements so that she could start with my dress.

“You’re going to look amazing,” she said, taking my measurements precisely, jotting down everything carefully on her writing pad.

“Oh, I hope so,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee as Sarah put her measuring tape away. “I’ve been on a strict diet, and I’m finally happy with my weight. So, it’s just about maintaining my figure now.”

“You look good, Jess,” she said. “But if anything changes and you find yourself losing or gaining weight, just let me know, and you can come in for another fitting.”

I nodded and left, eager to see how my dress was going to turn out.

But when I went for the final fitting, things took a turn.

I slipped into the dress, but something was wrong—it was way too small. I couldn’t even zip it up, no matter how hard I sucked in my breath.

“Jess! Are you crazy to gain weight before the wedding?” Sarah asked, her tone dripping with mock concern.

My heart sank. We were two weeks away from the wedding, and judging from this fitting, I didn’t have a dress.

“I haven’t gained any weight, Sarah,” I replied. “I’ve been too stressed to eat. If anything, I should have lost weight because of that!”

Sarah shrugged, barely concealing a smirk that was plastered onto her face.

“Well, I’ll try to fix it, but with the wedding so close, I can’t make any promises. I have other clients waiting for their orders, too, Jess.”

Her words rang loud and clear in my head as I drove away from her office.

And then it hit me — this wasn’t an accident. I recalled the way she spoke to me, and the tone in her voice. There was no remorse in her mistake. There was no mix-up in measurements. There was no weight gain with me.

This was deliberate, and Sarah had made the dress too small on purpose.

“I don’t know what to do,” I told Michael when he got home that evening.

“Show me the dress?” he asked, pouring himself a glass of water.

“What! No!” I exclaimed. “The dress may be a mess, but it’s bad luck for you to see!”

“Look, why don’t you take the dress to Mrs. Lawson? She’s my mom’s friend, and she does all her alterations. She’s making Mom’s dress for the wedding, too.”

So, I gathered the awful dress and went to Mrs. Lawson, who was a retired seamstress with a reputation for miracles.

“Oh, honey,” she said when I walked in. “Michael phoned me and told me all about the mess. But I’ve seen the worst and made it a hundred times better.”

“This might be tricky, though,” I said, showing her the dress.

“Honey, I’ve seen it all, trust me. Let’s make this work,” she chuckled.

Together, we transformed the original design into something completely new. A chic, short, cocktail-style dress that was bold, unconventional, and a bit edgy for a wedding.

But it was absolutely stunning. It was everything Sarah’s dress wasn’t: fun, flirty, and perfectly me.

When it was time to walk down the aisle, my heart raced. I stood in the bridal suite of the wedding venue and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful. I felt beautiful.

As my dad walked into the room to get me, his jaw dropped.

“My darling,” he said. “You look incredible! Wow!”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said. “I know it’s not what we all envisioned me wearing for my wedding, but it’s been the best surprise. I feel like a bride.”

“That’s the only thing that matters, darling,” he said.

Soon, my entrance music began, and goosebumps appeared all over my body as a classical version of a Lana Del Rey song took over the room.

Heads turned.

And I felt the buzz of admiration follow me as people watched me walk in. I knew that my dress was a hit.

When I got closer to Michael, his eyes widened, and his smile took over his face. I knew then that the man I was about to marry fell in love with me all over again.

But before I took my place next to Michael, I turned to Sarah, wanting to see her expression first.

Her face was priceless: she was pale and shocked. I knew she had expected to see me in tears, humiliated by her sabotage and wearing that horrible dress she had designed.

Instead, I was glowing, smiling from ear to ear.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, Michael’s vows leaving me in tears and my heart full of love for the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

But then came the reception.

Michael and I were mingling with our guests when Sarah cornered me.

“Jess, what happened to the dress? Where’s my original design? Why did you change it?” she asked, trying to hide her confusion.

I grinned.

“Oh, I thought I’d take your design and make it better! Remember, you weren’t even sure that you could do anything about it. And I was bursting out of it because it was at least two sizes too small.”

“So, that’s it? You just threw away my hard work?” she gasped. “That’s low!”

“No, Sarah, your work is the foundation of this dress. It’s just a hundred times better because the woman who fixed it wanted me to look and feel beautiful on my wedding day.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Around us, guests kept complimenting my dress, calling it unique and stunning.

Sarah had no choice but to stand there and listen.

“Come on, love,” Michael called to me. “Let’s do our first dance so that I can really get into the buffet after! The roast beef is to die for!”

“I’m coming,” I smiled, finally happy.

What would you have done?

A Model With Hairy Birthmark in the Middle of Forehead Gets Asked to Remove It All the Time, but She Has a Harsh Response

In the world of modeling, beauty standards often dictate how models should look. But Rada Prelevic is proving that embracing what makes you different can be your greatest strength. The 18-year-old model, known as Rada Viic on social media, has captured the world’s attention—not just for her talent, but for a unique feature that sets her apart: a hairy birthmark right in the middle of her forehead.

Despite receiving constant criticism and calls to remove it, Rada refuses to conform. Instead, she proudly embraces her unconventional beauty and responds to negativity with grace, confidence, and unwavering self-love.

She Went Viral for Her Unique Look

Rada’s one-of-a-kind appearance quickly made her a social media sensation. With thousands of followers, she stands out in the modeling industry not just for her striking beauty, but for her confidence in owning her natural features.

Her hairy birthmark, which extends from her forehead in long strands, has sparked endless debates online. Some are fascinated by her rare genetic trait, while others flood her comments with harsh criticism, rude remarks, and demands to shave it off.

But instead of hiding or apologizing for her uniqueness, Rada took to social media to address her haters head-on.

In a candid video, she firmly declared:
“I love my hair. I won’t shave it. Why does it bother so many people?”

Her words struck a chord with many who have felt pressured to conform to unrealistic beauty standards.

She Was Born With It—And Owns It With Pride

Rada’s distinctive feature isn’t a fashion statement or an attention-seeking gimmick—it’s something she was born with.

Originally from Serbia, Rada has lived in Oslo, Norway, since she was five years old. In one of her videos, she explained that her forehead hair is part of a birthmark, and there’s no medical explanation for why it grew in such a unique way.

Instead of viewing it as a flaw, she has learned to embrace it as a special part of who she is.

She Shuts Down Haters With Style and Confidence

Not everyone understands why Rada refuses to remove her forehead hair. Some people react with genuine curiosity, while others attack her appearance out of ignorance or cruelty.

Negative comments like:

  • “I wanna cut it off so bad.”
  • “This is just for attention.”
  • “It doesn’t have to be there.”

…have flooded her posts, but Rada never lets them break her confidence.

Instead of engaging in negativity, she responds with grace, wit, and self-assurance.

At the same time, she has gained a loyal following of supporters who admire her fearlessness and celebrate her unique beauty.

One fan wrote:
“You are my number one idol from today on!”

Another commented:
“You’re proof that true beauty is about confidence, not perfection.”

Her Hair Has Boosted Her Modeling Career

What some people call “weird”, the fashion industry calls “iconic”.

Rada’s hairy birthmark has become her signature feature, making her stand out in an industry that’s always looking for the next big thing.

Instead of trying to fit into conventional beauty norms, Rada leans into her uniqueness, and top fashion magazines, designers, and photographers love her for it.

Her rare look sets her apart from other models, giving her an edge that many professionals find intriguing and unforgettable.

She Won’t Change for Anyone—Not Even for Love

Rada’s self-confidence isn’t limited to just her career—it extends to her personal life as well.

In matters of love and relationships, she has made one thing clear:
She will never change herself for someone else’s approval.

She has openly stated that she would never date someone who doesn’t fully accept her for who she is.

For Rada, authenticity is non-negotiable—whether it’s in the fashion industry, her personal life, or the way she carries herself every day.

A Symbol of Self-Acceptance and Individuality

Rada Prelevic’s story is a powerful reminder that beauty isn’t about fitting in—it’s about standing out and embracing who you truly are.

Her ability to handle criticism with confidenceturn hate into empowerment, and use her uniqueness to build a thriving career is inspiring millions around the world.

She’s proving that being different is not just okay—it’s extraordinary.

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