I am in the middle of planning my wedding. To some of my friends’ dismay, I have not obsessed about the occasion. Nor have I dreamed about this day since I was a little girl. What I did fantasize about was changing the world, becoming a pop star and one day meeting someone with a good heart who would love me unconditionally. It is finding the person who embodies all these values that gets me psyched the most! I often think to myself, “How the flip did I get so lucky?!” In my mind, I have already gotten the prize, the wedding is just an event to celebrate the awesome gift of love I was so very fortunate to find in my fiance.
The ring my fiance gave me is beautiful and has a simple band that holds a beautiful round solitaire diamond (its certified conflict-free so please no hate mail (wink)). To me, it serves as a consistent reminder of our commitment to each other and the love we share. But if I am truly honest, I know that it is also a status symbol. In some unwritten rule book, a women’s ring size has been deemed to be directly correlated to how much she is valued, how important she is in society and how much she is loved. I’m not really comfortable with this – although I guess in some weird way I benefit from it.
I even find myself becoming insecure about it at times – which is freakin’ ridiculous! I’ve noticed that if I am in a room with women without rings and I catch their eye glancing at mine, I think, “I hope they don’t assume I am some obnoxious, pampered and spoiled princess because of my ring.” If I am in a room where someone is wearing a ring the size of a small child on their hand, I think, “Geez, her rock is HUGE, who is she, she must be important?” It’s gotten to the point now where some of my newly engaged friends have even changed their FB pictures to pictures of their rings!
For me, rings go into the same category as designer bags. I love them, they are beautiful…but in the end they are just things. I don’t want them to define me and I darn sure shouldn’t let them make me feel more or less secure about myself. What matters in the end is the love. I know a few ladies who got big rocks and ended up divorced just a few years later. So, don’t let the bling blind you or make you feel less than you are (or more than you are for that matter).
I believe that true love shines from the inside out…and right now I am beaming. 
What do you think? Have you ever felt insecure because of someone’s wedding ring or the fact that they have one and you don’t? Do you think the size of rings have gotten out of control?
