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
I first heard about Pinterest 4 or 5 years ago. A tutoring client of mine was a crafter and she was hooked. She showed me the site, raving, one day after a tutoring session. Shoot, I’m crafy, I thought. So I gave it a try and started an account. After thirty minutes or so of… Continue reading Fat Girl, Dress Pretty
On Sunday night, over dinner with an old friend the words, “my new man,” danced off my lips with no foresight or hesitation like they belonged easy as you please. Surprised, I stopped just to taste them, and, O! they were rich, full, mellow ever so slightly sweet like coconut or a mouth full of… Continue reading Eating My Words
I’m lovin’ summer this year. Now that I’m out of the desert, summer time is a welcome change. Hello sunshine, blue skies, a reduced work load (I’m a teacher), and adventures! O the glories of summer. But there is one little facet of summer that I’ve never enjoyed… As the temperatures rise, it gets less… Continue reading Forget Flattering this Summer
Here’s to breaking the fat girl fashion rules. My first bit of rebellion this summer was donning printed pants and wearing them to work. Do those palm trees make my butt look big? How about my stomach? This is me deciding not to care!
Scrolling through my Facebook feed this morning, I stumbled across Gina Kolata’s article in the New York Times about a breakthrough new study, “After ‘The Biggest Loser,’ Their Bodies Fought to Regain Weight.” The shocking results? Significant weight loss has permanent effects on the metabolism. Years after losing large amounts of weight, former contestants were left with… Continue reading Fighting a Losing Battle
I was not beautiful yesterday. The sullen face staring back at me from the mirror was ruddy, puffy, and jowly. My arms were too fleshy, my thighs too bumpy, and my stomach was altogether too domed. Despite the fact that the camera got fixed, there were no selfies yesterday. Though I had plenty of time… Continue reading I was not Beautiful Yesterday