This is a comment about my first wedding...my maid of honour was a childhood friend and the only person I thought of to fill this role. She was fairly overweight and very insecure about her appearance. When we were picking bridesmaids gowns, we couldn't find one in her size. My mom had a great solution--take one of the other dresses to a fabric store, match the fabric, and have a seamstress make a dress for the maid of honour. The price would work out to be exactly the same, if not cheaper.
However, the maid of honour absolutely refused. Nope, would not do it. She bought a dress two sizes too small, adament that she would lose weight over the next year so she could fit into it. No one could talk her out of it and if I had insisted on it, it would have hurt her feelings. (In her defense, the dress almost fit--losing 5 pounds would have done it). We even suggested choosing a different dress so we could find one that was available in her size but she refused. She insisted that this was the motivation she needed to lose weight.
Well, eight months later, one of the other bridesmaids discreetly told me that my maid of honour was complaining to everyone about this dress and how it didn't fit. I asked her gently if something was wrong and she sighed and said it just didn't fit and she felt so uncomfortable in it. I asked her if she wanted to choose a different dress--no she did not. Did she want to have a dress made that was similar to this one but fit her? No, she did not. I gave her my seamstresses' contact information and told her not to worry; she could have it adjusted.
Well, three months later, and only one month until the wedding, the maid of honour had done nothing except continue to complain. So I actually had to make an appointment for her, drive her there, AND take her there to pick up her dress when it was ready.
Seriously!? I If she was unhappy with the dress at the beginning she had every opportunity to say so. I think she was so determined to not be a problem that she created a problem, and I was so hurt that she complained behind me back--also annoyed that when I had so much to do she couldn't be bothered to go to the seamstress and have her dress adjusted.