Give me sleeves, or give me death (insert dramatic hand gesture)

I've been on a weight loss journey my entire life. 298lbs was my highest. Today, I'm at my lowest adult weight ever of 178lbs. My arms have always been a problem. And before you say, "their not that bad". Yes they are. My dream dress had beautiful sleeves. Absolutely what I wanted. And then, I went to my first dress fitting and the dress was 4 sizes too big. Alterations to the lace would have cost more than the dress. Seamstress used words like "deconstruct" and "rebuild". And yes, I got a 2nd and 3rd opinion. I had only lost 6lbs between purchase and first fitting, but I had been doing significant strength training. I had NO IDEA this would make such an impact. After lots of tears, I went dress shopping and found my 2nd dream dress! But, it doesn't have sleeves. My seamstress and I are working together, but I do see cons of getting a full sleeve added to this strapless dress. She has suggested a partial sleeve puff wrap kinda thing using the exact lace/applique of the dress from the veil. I think it will be beautiful, and cover my most unflattering area until I need to use my arms to like wave, reach for anything, dance, etc. 🤣 So, after losing over 80lbs in 18 months, why can't my brain say F it and just be proud of what I've accomplished. I've shed fat, gained muscle, and become healthier at age 49 than ever in my life, but my stupid brain and self-esteem says, "your disgusting if your arms aren't covered". Dang! This dress gives me a waist, and hips, and boobs and curves that I've literally never seen before. I need to trick my brain into believing my arms are JACKED and not little flabby waddling flaps of skin. I realize this is a ridiculous problem to worry about with all the craziness of today's world. I just want to be comfortable and not feel like I need to hide parts of my body. Which I have frankly always done as a life long obese person. But your girl isn't obese any more! 💪💞💒