Plus Size Fashion
Ugh, not this again…I genuinely thought we had moved past this bullshit. Telling me that I can’t wear something because of my size, or shape, or age, or gender, or whatever, is only going to make me want to wear it more. So when Harper’s…
Just because I’m fat, doesn’t mean I don’t work out. That may be a shock to some of you. You might think that I got to my size because I sat on my ass and ate cheeseburgers and cake all day. As good as that sounds, that’s not how things work…
Repeat after me. Every body is a summer body. Every body is a swimsuit body. Every body is a bikini body. Still don’t believe me? Bodies are not seasonal. Your fall, winter, spring, summer body…is the same damn body. You don’t swap them out…
I got my first bra at age 10. After gym class, a few girls cornered me in the locker room, laughing at my breasts, taunting me for having “big ol’ titties” and no bra. I spent the rest of the day on the verge of tears, arms crossed over my…
For a long time I was angry at my body. Mad at my thick things, bulging belly, and bountiful breasts for being part of my body. I daydreamed about slicing off slabs of fat and flesh, wishing I could whittle my body to its perfect form. I felt…
2016 has been a tough year for everyone. We all know why, it’s pointless for me to list all the horribly depressing reasons here. But good things happened this year…didn’t they? Sometimes it feels as if nothing positive happened in 2016, but…
Blingle bells, blingle bells, blingle all the way… Oh what fun it is to wear, clothes that can literally blind people in your path. I love sparkle. I loooooove sparkle. Fucking love it. If I could eat glitter, all my meals would sparkle. If I…
Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday, before I learned the truth of what it was we were “celebrating.” Now that I know it wasn’t buckle-hatted pilgrims and be-feathered Native Americans breaking bread at a communal table (plus with all…
One of the most frequent comments I see on Instagram is “Body Goals.” It might be posted on someone’s bikini or lingerie photo; a shot where stomachs are cinched, busts are big, and every curve is cellulite-free. The shared collective of people…
Today, I want to talk about the “F” word. No, not “fuck,” and not “fat,” either. I’m talking about “flattering.” Everyone has their trigger word, and that F bomb is mine. Let’s be honest, when we declare something “flattering,” it means that my…