I felt like a bit of an imposter.
My mum was raving about the dress and I although I liked it, it didn't seem real.
That was the first dress I tried on and the girl was very apologetic because they only had it in a 16, but she thought the style would suit me. So she was standing behind me pulling it up tight so I could see how it would really look.
The next one I tried on was closer to my size and a much better fit and I felt very secure in it and more comfortable, so I think if I could try on the first dress in my size.... oh I don't know!
It was an experience though! When we got there the girl walked me into the changeroom and said, "Take your clothes off; I'll dress you." Yes, ma'am!
I think I have fallen into the trap of expecting to find the dress that's "the one", and now I don't know how I'm supposed to feel! It's great to read everyone else's experiences though.