I loved my wedding dress. It was slightly under budget, easy to alter, and it was the first dress I tried on that made me feel like a bride. Yes, it was bashed on a public, then-popular wedding blog (which I won't link to here but if you want to read it, shoot me a message) and when I asked them, nicely, why they felt the need to use an actual picture of me from my wedding day without my consent or even making any attempt to anonymize me, and pointed out that they should have at least credited my photographer, they called me a "whiny-assed needy fucking insecure bride who OBVS won’t stay married for long" and took down the...