Divine Femininity and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’

Every glitter loving American gal doesn’t hate the idea of cuddling with some tea and watching a good episode of TLC’ s Say Yes to the Dress. Oh who am I kidding, what do I mean by “a good episode”… If it’s SYTTD every episode is good!

My sister is getting married in a month and today I did some wedding errands. By making a 10-minute stop in David’s Bridal for some accessories I am always interested in the buzz of the wedding world…. multiple women talking about dresses, family members coming together, multiple ways to describe the exact shade of off-white. With busy associates accommodating every unique bride that walks through their doors, I drove home thinking about what is it exactly that makes the wedding industry the most expensive and popular industry in the country, why are we so fascinated not just with the actual day itself but the culture of planning it?

(yes, The Knot, I’m talking ’bout you.)


What I adore about the show Say Yes to the Dress, besides getting to brush up on my dress terms (why yes I do know that the extra piece of fabric that adds flare underneath a dress is called a godet thank you very much). Every episode shares the journey of each bride and her family… I know I easily tear up at a bride whose victoriously battled cancer.

Each episode reminds me that in spite of what I fear my culture says about the sacred tradition of marriage, the special day of buying a wedding dress is emotional not just because of the vanity and glitz of dresses, but that it allows a woman to reflect on the journey she has lived and the challenges she has faced in order to get ready for the next chapter of her life and the wedding day that is fast approaching. So us ladies get lost in the conversations people have about lace, neckline, length, and hemlines. Ahh, dress language. We love it.

There’s a special place in my heart for Randy…

Something in the way that Miss Alicia Watkins crying over the way she looks in the mirror with the highly bedazzled gown (and adjustable skirt, so tradition at the ceremony but PARTAY at the reception ammiright?) causes me to understand the desire within each woman desiring to own up to her own physical and spiritual beauty.

The way that a woman could just weep in front of an associate that she just met 30 minutes beforehand reveals so much more about the heart of women and less about the actual dress.


What I desire for people to know is this: femininity is the disposition of the heart. United with our bodies, our femininity is not measured in the way we toss our hair or the arrangement of fabric on our bodies, femininity is crafted in the way we  were made, to love one another and live out these special graces we rely on to practice the virtues of courage, chastity, and love in a way to embrace the full bloom of the human personality. Femininity, evident in the way our bodies are made, are designed to withhold the love of another (both physically and spiritually), to nurture, protect, and know the human heart of another. And when a woman truly knows herself… knowing that her dignity and virtue does not rely in vanity and the size of her waist, but in the eyes of the Divine God who created her…she’s powerful. That girl is powerful because she knows her abilities and has the strength to pursue them.

Wooh, that’s divine femininity.


The day that a woman wears her wedding gown and most precious jewels, entering into the sacred sacrament in front of the tabernacle, partaking in tradition of the white gown symbolizing her purity, being walked down the aisle and handed to her groom, vowing to lay down her life to her beloved freely, totally, faithfully, and fruitfully… it is a day that shows the beauty of the feminine heart. A moment that shows her as she is, as she has always been before the temptations of the world, that she is pure. That she is a captivating daughter of the King.

How glorious is that?! I’m in awe…

The presentation of the bride is meant to lead us to fully acknowledge the divine beauty of the feminine heart and this sacrificial love.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: