Walking down the aisle on my Dad’s arm, en route to my would-be husband, I was sweating. It wasn’t the muggy July air, the church’s ancient air conditioner, or my 40-pound dress. It was the anxiety of ALL EYES ON ME. Everyone was staring at me, you guys, and it freaked me out! Granted, they ... » Learn More about Stop Looking At Me, Swan
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