A wedding can bring out the best in a person but often brings out the worst. A bride, in particular, seems most susceptible to mutating into a beast no family member or friend can recognize because a magical ring was placed on the third finger of her left hand.
By definition, Bridezilla describes a subspecies of a bride-to-be who believes her wedding day is “her day”, that she is princess for the day, that the world owes her, and that her every desire and whim for the “perfect wedding” is to be catered to instantly and subserviently by friends, family, and vendors under threat of thermonuclear meltdown.
I have only been engaged for a fortnight, but I have dreamt of marrying my Prince Charming since I was a little girl.
I wonder if I will turn into Bridezilla…