In 2013, inspired by Pinterest and, frankly, sick of my own body image crap, I decided to become a blogger. I would write about beauty, fat, our culture, and loving my body. And why not? Who better qualified to be a fatshionista than me? I certainly had no shortage of opinions on the subject. My sense… Continue reading Trust Me, I’m a Blogger
Do you remember that old game on Sesame Street? They’d display four images on the screen while they played the sang, “One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn’t belong.” I loved that game as a child. And no wonder, even as an adult I like finding patterns… Continue reading Zombie Sightings
Tonight I came to a realization. We were sneaking out of the house late, my daughter and I, for a Culver’s Frozen Custard run. We should have been in bed already. Certainly, we were dressed for it. I had already donned my black and white polka-dot nightgown. Adorable, yes…but appropriate for a late night drive… Continue reading You Might Be a Fashionista If….
Fat girls wear black. It’s slimming. Also, it helps us blend into the shadows. The better to hide from you, my dears. Well, today I wore white. This gorgeous dress is from Maurice’s (my all time favorite clothing store) and has a very fun high-low play to it. Although it’s ankle length, it’s sheer to… Continue reading Rebellious Summer 5: Rocking White
For those of you who don’t know, VBO stands for visible belly outline, and it’s a huge no-no for a fat girl. We religiously wear shirts that completely cover our bellies just avoid that scandal of the world realizing our bellies exist and are, in fact, quite rounded. The funny thing is that I felt… Continue reading Rebellious Summer 4: VBO
Got a gorgeous new crochet skirt from Maurice’s. This was my first attempt at building an outfit around it. I’m calling this look “the sexy librarian.”
I eased into the rebellious summer last week with boldly printed pants. That was easy. That was safe. So this week I challenged myself. Pairing a tank with an above-the-knee length skirt was, quite frankly, petrifying. My arms have long been a source of embarrassment for me. I’ve had bingo wings since I was young… Continue reading Rebellious Summer 2: Arms Out, Legs Out