We borrowed my aunt’s cabin, by the water.
We arrived late with a bottle of wine and I stepped on the back of my wedding dress as we crossed the threshold.
I leaned against the wall, drinking the white, in white, and we were 23-year-old virgins who’d never seen each other naked, had only felt each other’s skin and I couldn’t unzip my dress.
I stalled, pulling out my bobby pins and he helped me, and we made a nice little pile of pins and then he asked if he could help me with my zipper.
And I asked him if he wanted another glass of wine.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to make love with him.
It’s that I didn’t want him to see me. All of me.
*also, today Ally Vesterfelt is giving away a copy of Mom in the Mirror on her beautiful blog, HERE
And here is the FINAL Love Dare Link-Up of the year, because Mom in the Mirror releases this week! Woot! Link up your posts below on how you are learning to love yourselves–and thanks so much for playing along! Love you guys.
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