There’s a zero-percent chance I wasn’t going to give this 50 claps. Wear whatever the hell you want and wear it proudly. Your day. Your way.

You have the entire rest of your life to shine, and you will, and Erin and Rachael and Becky and Karen will have their perfectly pinterest-y dresses and a husband who forgets to pick up the kids from school and treats sex like a chore.