This outfit is what happens when you have a randomly warm day in November: the dusky purples and blacks of late fall mixed with the bare legs and arms of spring.
I also went daringly fascinator-less, as I felt that the dress and bracelet were statement enough.
Dress: Lucie Lu, tank top: Target, bracelet: a closing sale at a store whose name I don’t remember on Newbury Street, necklace: handmade, earrings: gifted, shoes: Naot
Awaiting your latest pony fatshion fix? Well, you’re in luck.
I got this amazing My Little Pony Season 2 cast shirt from We Love Fine, and paired it up with my thrifted wide-leg jeans.
Shirt: We Love Fine, jeans: thrifted, jacket and key necklace: gifted, plastic beaded necklace and bracelets: homemade, green bracelet: This Star Won’t Go Out Foundation, Tetris bracelet: Par Amour Design on Etsy (shop no longer available) , purse and rose ring: not sure, pink bangles: Deb, rhinestone bangle: Wet Seal, rhinestone stretchy bracelet: Forever 21, heart ring: the Toy Chest, headband: eBay, Scrabble tile earrings: Joie de Vivre
No, I’m not enough of a masochist to go shopping on Black Friday. I took these pictures a week and a half ago on a routine Target run.
Domino Dollhouse‘s lookbook for next season is out! First, it was in the latest issue of Skorch (which is full of awesome, btw), and now it’s on their Facebook page.
I usually try not to get into the manufactured-desire cycle of New! Collections! Coming! Out! But I make an exception for Domino Dollhouse, because 1.) their shit is just that awesome, 2.) I feel significantly less bad about unbridled consumerism when it supports small indie designers, and 3.) I don’t have that many other options for truly fabulous clothing. It’s not like I can just walk into a thrift store and pick up a $10 prom dress or any of the other awesome things I’ve seen in straight sizes. I do hope that, ideally, Domino Dollhouse clothing and other fabulous plus size stuff ends up in thrift stores eventually.
With that out of the way, here are the clothes:
It’s just like the mint green skater dress with bones, except red with stars! I’m much more into star print than bones print, and I love the shape of this dress, so…it’s going to be very, very tempting.
Leopard + spikes + cosmic print? Yes, please.
FA
-The Fat Nutritionist has a lovely post of advice on dealing with the holidays.
–It’s not because I’m fat.
–This New Moon article about food and eating is amazing. I hope it reaches many, many girls.
–The end of fat people: goodbye, Hostess.
-Lesley writes movingly about her preteen eating disordered years.
-A lovely piece–complete with adorable baby pictures!– by a mother who found that she could no longer hate her chin once she saw the same feature on her daughter.
Fa(t)shion
–A new study shows that, despite the growing number of fatshion bloggers, mainstream companies have not responded by making more plus-size clothes. Although that’s disappointing, I agree with Nicolette Mason’s quote in the article. She says that the independent plus-size marketplace is thriving, and gives many examples of indie plus-size lines. Also, how cool is it that there’s a study called “Frustrated Fatshionistas: An Institutional Theory Perspective on Consumer Quests for Greater Choice in Mainstream Markets?”
-Threadless’ TARDamask shirt is back in stock! They only have a few sizes available (and unfortunately no Men’s 2XL, which should fit me according to the size chart), but if you wear one of those sizes, check it out.
–These costumes are amazing.
-Who knew that Land’s End made some nice plus size clothing, including this lovely sequined skirt?
–The real cost of your clothing.
–Smart internet shopping for style lovers.
-This plus size Australian clothing swap sounds like so much fun!
Other
–Tuesday was Transgender Day of Remembrance, which should be a day of action for cisgender people.
-Robert Reich, the former Secretary of Labor under Clinton, is working on a film about inequality in the US. He’s amazing–I took a class with him in college, and he’s probably the best lecturer I’ve ever heard. He can make any concept understandable and fascinating, and he’s got a great sense of humor. The inequality in our society right now is a huge, huge issue, and I’m glad he’s trying to bring it to light. I highly recommend donating to his Kickstarter, or at least passing on the word.
-A must-read from Dahlia Lithwick: I didn’t come back to Jerusalem to be in a war.
–Cliff mocks the latest issue of Cosmo, which is as ridiculous as usual.
-A beautiful story by an adopted transwoman whose Korean birth mother gave her the courage to transition.
-A great comic from The Oatmeal about creating things for a living.
To all of my fellow USians, enjoy the holiday!
And for everyone, have a pile of kittens. 🙂
These pictures are from a few years ago when a friend’s cat had kittens, so the kitties are now adult cats of unknown whereabouts. But they’re so adorable I just had to share.
The comments on My Body is Not Heartbreaking got me thinking. Occasionally I’m up for engaging with well-meaning people who are unfamiliar with Fat Acceptance and Health At Every Size. But I don’t have the time, energy, or inclination to engage on a regular basis with people who believe fat = inherently unhealthy or bad.
And I want to make my comments a safe space for people of all sizes to hang out without hearing that their bodies are wrong.
So, effective now, I will not publish any comments that conflate weight and health, or otherwise pathologize fatness.
If you are genuinely curious about FA and HAES, please read these FA 101 Resources.
If you just want to talk about how terrible “obesity” is, please do that on your own blog.
Also not allowed are diet talk, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, classism, ableism, and personal attacks.
Thank you!
For the next few days, I’ll be at the computer less than usual due to Thanksgiving. I still have posts scheduled to go up, but I won’t be able to approve and respond to comments as quickly as usual. Readers in the US, enjoy the holiday, and readers everywhere else, enjoy the rest of your week and weekend!
This combination of pink, black, and skulls is 100% fabulous.
I love Advanced Style–you’re never too old to play dress-up.
Have you ever wondered how to dress up a basic Hello Kitty tee?
Wonder no more. It’s as easy as adding a ruffled blazer, a big hair flower, and lots of bling. 😉
Blazer: Talbot’s (gift from my grandmother), t-shirt and jeans: Old Navy, pearls: So Good, earrings: Artifaktori, bangles: Deb and Torrid, rose ring: Claire’s, heart ring: The Toy Chest, hair flower: H&M
I’m exceedingly lucky in that I haven’t dealt with much in-person fat hatred since…well, middle school. I’ve never gotten cat-called by a stranger, and the people in my life are considerate enough that even if they’re pro-weight loss (which many of them are), they respect that I’m happy with my body.
Almost every post I read on This Is Thin Privilege makes me think, “Holy shit! People are TERRIBLE toward fatties, and it’s sheer luck that I haven’t dealt with stuff like this.”
And even still. Even still, I come across digs at fat people everywhere.
Almost every book I read–even my beloved Deep Economy–has some mention of the OMGBESITY!!1! epidemic (if it’s non-fiction), or a negative portrayal of a fat character (if it’s fiction or memoir).
And the internet? Forget about it. If I explore pretty much any topic outside of fat acceptance, there’s always a mention of how awful fat bodies are, regardless of how irrelevant that is to the subject at hand.
For example, I’m a Facebook fan of a couple of travel writers who call themselves Married With Luggage. Because hey, travel writing is interesting. I like to read about other people’s adventures, and fantasize about going on my own adventures someday.
And then I saw they had posted an article about how, between the two of them, they lost 70 pounds while travelling abroad. Of course, they prefaced the link with one of the most cliche stereotypes about fat people: “You may not want to read this if you’re having donuts for breakfast.”
I am so, so sick of people assuming that fat people eat donuts all the time.
Even worse, in one of their comments, they said:
As I pointed out in the article, there are plenty of overweight people around the world (and it’s increasing). But overall, [here in the US] we’re still the biggest, which is heartbreaking when we have the wealth and options to be healthy.
Leaving aside that fact that many, many people in the US don’t have the wealth and options to be healthy, this statement is still wrong–and painful to read–on so many levels.
There are people–seemingly reasonable, decent people–who think the existence of bodies like mine is heartbreaking. Who think that my life must be a tragedy because I wear above a size 14. Who refuse to believe that health comes in more than one size. And who refuse to understand that not everyone prioritizes health in the same ways, or at all.
My body is not heartbreaking.
The stories I read every day about fat hatred, stigma, and discrimination are heartbreaking. The stories of fat people getting sick or dying because doctors ignored their health problems and blamed them all on their size are heartbreaking. The stories of fat people who are denied the right to adopt children, or have even had their children taken away from them due to their size, are heartbreaking. The extremely common stories of men, women, and children suffering from eating disorders are heartbreaking.
My body, itself, is not heartbreaking. I am 5’5″, about 235 or 240 pounds (not sure exactly, as I haven’t weighed myself in a while). I usually wear between a size 18 and 22 (US). I’m gainfully employed, although currently in a temporary job. I’ve been dating my wonderful boyfriend for over a year, and I’m happier with him than I’d ever imagined I could be. I have an amazing circle of friends, with whom I attend parties and have adventures all over town. Just last night, I went on an experimental exploring trip with a few of them, and ended up climbing a playground rope structure while blindfolded! (Don’t worry, we were safe: I had a non-blindfolded friend giving me very good directions, and I only got about 5 feet up.)
I volunteer with an organization that takes inner-city kids into nature. I dance and do yoga, and enjoy hiking, swimming, and kayaking every now and then. Sometimes I exercise less when I’m busy or stressed out or have a weird work schedule. But I come back to it eventually because I like joyful movement. Same with food: I tend to eat too much sugar when I’m tired or stressed out. But I also love vegetables–there’s nothing like Brussels sprouts roasted with garlic, olive oil, and sea salt. I eat shit-tons of quinoa. In the summer, I’m all about tomatoes from the farmers’ market, and big bowls of berries garnished with mint leaves. I’m more likely to eat a bowl of Raisin Bran for breakfast than a donut, considering I don’t even like donuts that much.
But even if I were single, unemployed, less social, didn’t enjoy exercise, and/or actually ate donuts for breakfast every day? My body still wouldn’t be a tragedy.
My body would still be me. Whole, complex, imperfect–but in no way heartbreaking.
Tutus And Tiny Hats 