Plus Size Fashion
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…
I was a skinny kid, until suddenly I wasn’t. I hit puberty hard, with C cup breasts, a period by sixth grade, and a hulking 5’6″ frame that never grew another inch vertically, but seemed to constantly grow horizontally. Taller than all the…
For a very long time, I believed I didn’t have a bikini body. I believed I didn’t have a swimsuit body. I believed I didn’t have a summer body. Clearly I don’t believe any of that anymore. Now when summer rolls around and it’s finally hot out…
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…
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…