Plus Size Fashion
So as an honorary New Yorker, I wear a lot of black. It’s the unofficial uniform of choice, always chic, and easy to style. There’s something to be said about effortless dressing, but I’m more of a fan of a challenge. So when I was invited to…
When I think of summer style, my mind wanders to sundresses, swimsuits, sandals, and…pajamas? Well, it does now. Now that I have this chic set from Eloquii, I may be seeking out similar sets to add to my wardrobe rotation. So in truth, these…
Growing up in New Jersey, it was basically expected that you would spend your summer “down the shore.” Whether every weekend, or even just one, you’d pull on your swimsuit, pack up the car, and sit in a few hours of traffic on your way to one…
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…
Ever since the first time I went to Iceland, I’ve been searching for something even remotely similar to the Blue Lagoon. I’ve heard of a few infamous spas around NYC; like the one where that guy died, or the one where people are apparently…
I love me a good designer collaboration. The idea of getting something inspired by a high-end designer at a low-end price, without it designated a “knock-off,” just makes my fashionably frugal heart skip a beat. So when I learned that Gwynnie…
New York Fashion Week has come and gone yet again, somehow simultaneously feeling like the shortest and longest week ever… I braved a blizzard to trek to NYFW, which, surprisingly, is not the first time I’ve had to do that. Of course, NYFW…
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…