This makes me feel so many things that are good.
this is my husband (the first man whom i felt fully accepted me) and i on our wedding day, may 1st, 2013.
i usually wear an 18-20 but this dress (from david’s bridal) was a 22.
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I was always told that when you are fat you must wear solid colors and they can not be to loud. Well I decided that it was time to break that code. I love my body and I want to show everyone how wonderful it is.
So, I would never have worn such loud pants before I started telling fat fashion “rules” to fuck themselves. And I’m so glad I figured out how to do that, because floral skinnies are happy-making, and I love this pair so much!
I got them from Eloquii, who are going out of business (grrr) and selling all their clothes off really cheap right now so GO GET SOME PATTERNED PANTS AND BE FIERCE.
Hi! I’m Zoey, and I’m 16. I’m the girl in this photo :)
It’s taken me ages to come to terms with my body. I’ve hated it so much, and struggled with eating disorders of many types. I’ve also struggled with self-harm and depression. But I’m starting to get better, and starting to realize that I’m beautiful just the way I am.
Part of it is finding trendy clothes that fit, like this dress! I’m kinda in love with “plus size” stores because they have amazing clothes that ACTUALLY are made to fit us bigger girls, and have styles that look good on us.
I had an amazing time at my TOLO dance this year, with my great date. It was so much fun, and I loved it, and the way I looked that night. First time I’ve felt that way in a long time, and I’m so happy to be getting to this point.
Okay, so for a while now I’ve been working on my body image issues. I’ve been on a mission to like myself, take care of myself, and just be happier in general when looking the mirror.
I went shopping today with a friend. I wore a skirt that functions as both comfy and a little sexy. I bought a great pair of shoes I will refer to as my Zeldas because they remind me of 1920s fashion. During this shopping trip my friend and I were discussing various body-related troubles, and I found myself saying, instinctively, “There is one thing about my body I like.”
“That’s great!,” she responded. “You should always have at least one thing you like. What is it?”
“Yeah, I can see that!”
It’s true! I do like my breasts. They’re large Ds, but despite their size they are soft, supple, and firm, they don’t sag far, are pale and pink, and they look really great lifted in a bra.
I’ve also been told by more than one person that they feel great, and look even better when I’m lying down.
It felt really weird to type that, by the way…
Anyway, I should be able to like things about myself without the opinions of others, but I’m not quite that confident yet. So, I’ll say that my feelings are confirmed often. Men love them and compliment them both appropriately and inappropriately (though men tend to love breasts in general, so the relevance there is limited), and even women tend to love them. I’ve been to strip clubs a few times, and I cannot count how many times the dancers have come to me, sat down, and talked about my breasts. They ask if they’re real, they ask to touch them, express jealousy, and so on.
Now, there are down sides to having them. Clothing sometimes doesn’t fit when it should, shirts that don’t appear too low-cut on other women appear so on me because I have so much cleavage I can’t really stop it from showing, and some men think just because my cleavage exists that gives them the right to comment on it.
I mean, I understand they’re very much “there,” and it’s sometimes difficult not to take a look, particularly when I’ve opted for low-cut, but can you not control yourself enough to avoid looking like a deer in headlights? Or shouting really stupid shit like, “Look at them tig ol’ bitties!”
I’d like to kick the man who made that up in the crotch.
There’s also my mother, who thinks that losing weight, and breast size as a result, is a good thing.
What it comes down to is me, though. I found something to like, and that is a huge thing for me. Hopefully there will be a Part 2 to this soon.
..I long for the day in which we can enjoy runway shoes without being shown young Women forced into emaciation, when ladies don’t feel they need to starve themselves in to a 7 year old frame to be deemed beautiful enough; because until then I can’t appreciate the artwork of fashion whilst being heartbroken by having to watch someone waste away, paraded whilst she’s slowly dying. That is my fault with the fashion industry and I want to see a change.
Don’t know if this really fits with FATshion February but I love this outfit and picture. I’m on the right, my lovely small sized friend and I having some fun. Happy, silly superfatty FTW!
Dress and leggings: Old Navy 26/28
Caveman and cheetah cutouts: posterboard and pure skills :)
Yahoo posted an article about the fixation on thigh gaps leading to/encouraging anorexia and other eating disorders today. It barely scrapes the surface of body image issues, but it’s a start.