I’m two months away from my wedding, and my entire bridal party has started “gently suggesting” that I find something more classic. My mother-in-law even offered to buy me a “proper” white gown from a bridal shop. But when I put on this dress — the one covered in colorful embroidery and tiny stitched birds — I feel something I’ve never felt in my life: like me. It’s not traditional. It’s not what people expect. But when I see myself in the mirror, I see my grandmother’s garden — the one she tended in her small village before she immigrated. I see the stories she told me about celebrations where women wore color like pride, where every stitch meant something, where love was celebrated in shades of red and gold and blue. When I wear this dress, I feel her hands guiding mine. I feel roots, history, and belonging. Still, part of me hesitates. I know there will be whispers. Some people will call it “too different.” Others will think I’m being stubborn. But isn’t a wedding dress supposed to make you feel like the truest version of yourself? Isn’t that what love is — choosing what feels right in your heart, even when others don’t understand? Maybe peace isn’t about pleasing everyone. Maybe peace is wearing the dress that makes your heart sing.