i did a bad, bad thing

A neighbor came over yesterday asking about my wedding dress. She wondered if another neighbor, who is getting married in June, might try it on to see if she could use it. I thought that was great. I love sharing. My cousin wore (the skirt of) my dress when she got married a few years ago. So I got my dress out, but it wasn't quite what she wanted. It has short sleeves and she wants long sleeves. (In June. I know. Crazy.) Anyway, my dress has been hanging on the stairs since yesterday. It's been calling out to me while I've been cleaning today during nap time. "Try me on," it says. "You're not too fat. Really. Just try me on." I gave in to its pleadings and just barely tried it on. I got the skirt on, and my confidence grew, and then I tried to put on the top. It was not pretty. It does not fit. It is too small. I am too big. Why do I do this to myself? I need to develop the willpower to just say no to the talking dresses in my life. "Be quiet, you dresses. I don't need to put you on to feel good about myself."