Okay, I'm not going to do actual sizes here...but my bubble was seriously burst when I went and tried on a Mori Lee dress, and it was FOUR sizes bigger than my normal jeans size.I'm not a little girl, but I am curvy. But J-H-C, four sizes? I usually have pretty solid self esteem, but it completely dissipated when I tried on the dress. I couldn't see what was in the mirror, I only saw what was on the label.My brain keeps trying to rationalize with me...I did, after all, snag the most incredible man in the whole world as my fiance (no offense

, I've no doubt you all found the bestest guy ever too) but this nagging voice at the back of my head keeps taunting me about a stupid random number on the size tag that no one but me would see.My rational self keeps reminding me that the number on the tag is so superficial. My pride is having a hard time listening. Help? Tell me how you knew the dress you got was THE dress? I think the sizing is really throwing me off!