That was what I felt. Disgust.
It hit me hard and strong like an alarm.
Something very glaring and persistent even though you hate it. It still doesn't change the fact or go away.
I can't turn it off.
I don't know if this was actually a result of my pregnancy that I was feeling disgust staring at myself in the mirror on my own wedding day.
It's supposed to be my happy day. My excitement day. A great and fun-filled day for me. A day I'll never forget for the rest of my life.
In my wedding dress.
This whole thing felt like a joke to me. A big fat joke.