Plus Size Fashion
When I was four, my mom signed me up to take ballet lessons. I was an awkward jumble of stubby limbs and energy, more interested in my floaty tutu than actually learning the moves. I loved the contrast of the pale pink against my black dance…
The first swimsuit I ever put on and actually felt confident in was Gabi Fresh’s first galaxy-print fatkini. It was the first swimsuit I willingly took photos in. The first swimsuit I appeared on national TV in (twice). I had hid my body under…
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…
There are so many “don’ts” when it comes to dressing while fat. Don’t wear bright colors. Don’t wear stripes. Don’t wear loud prints. And definitely, definitely, don’t ever wear white. Fuck that antiquated nonsense. There’s only one 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…
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…
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…