The Mother-of-the-Bride Dress

Going back a few years for this story... but I've been thinking about it lately.
Back when I was getting married, I went with my mother to pick her dress.  It was really pretty, with a cream lace top and latte colored skirt.  As it often goes, they didn't have her size.  We picked it out based on the sample, but when it came in, ONE WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING, it fit differently than we thought it would.  It was low cut-- nothing scandalous, really, but definitely not what mom would have picked.  The woman who worked there told my mom to "embrace her womanly figure."  I saw my mom's face when she said that... not gonna happen.  
I'm not great at confrontation, but when I'm advocating for someone I love, I can do it.  While my mom got changed back into her regular clothes, I took the saleswoman aside.  I told her, "My mother is an elementary school principal.  She doesn't want cleavage on her daughter's wedding day.  If you don't fix this, we're going to leave here, get in the car, & go to Boston to find another dress."  
That did the trick.  They got the dress company to overnight more lace to the store & remade the dress.  It looked awesome.
The moral I've recently discovered to this story?  Embrace you.  You'll never be able to truly pull off something just because someone tells you to.  It doesn't matter if something is expensive or "in," if you're not going to feel right in it, don't wear it.  For me, that means no cold shoulders and camouflage clothing.  No cold shoulders because I'm always cold.  Why would I wear clothing that promised I'd be cold?  No camo because I've always disliked camo.  I'm not going to allow trends to change my feelings about camo.  I'll never look good in clothing that genuinely isn't me.   What are you unwilling to "embrace"?