I’ve just rediscovered some collage work I did a while ago with a scanner and found objects.
Zoe Holmes and Kath Read embrace the ‘F’ word: Fat and proud
DISCRIMINATION on the basis of sex, gender, race and religion is illegal, so why do we continue to judge people on their appearance?
Zoe Holmes is fat. Kath Read is fat. Very fat, even.
They are also intelligent, articulate, funny and successful, each with friends and families they love and who love them.
Drinking tea and preparing for work in her quirky, inner-city art deco unit, the stylish Holmes, 26, slips on earrings as she recounts a recent trip to New York where she saw nine stage shows in two weeks. A good exchange rate meant the musical theatre tragic could also indulge her other love: clothes.
Quietly spoken and personable, Holmes spent two years teaching English in Japan before returning to Brisbane where she works in administration at the University of Queensland and blogs about “fatshion” part-time.
Holmes got to know the heavily-tattooed Read, 39 - a self-described bolshy, punk librarian who has a black tutu (more like a “four-four”, she laughs) in her wardrobe and says pink is her natural hair colour - as participants in a Griffith University study on attitudes towards fat people.
Photos of them shopping, riding bicycles, doing yoga, putting on make-up, working and generally going about their daily lives have circulated nationally in a new image library created for mass publication.
Together with an exhibition by Queensland College of Art photographer Isaac Brown planned for October, stockybodies.com aims to replace the generic “headless fatties” images that negatively represent obese people.
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Every now and then, what I define as a less than “flattering” photo of myself surfaces on Facebook. I’m sure this is a situation that is not unique to me. In fact, I know it isn’t. There have been so many times that a friend has asked me to straight up remove a photo of them because they claimed it to be offensive and unflattering.
When we see angles of our faces and our bodies that we don’t typically pay attention to, it can be a difficult thing to confront. It’s not what we’re used to seeing in the mirror. It’s easier to untag ourselves or wipe the existence of the photo off of everyone’s radar than confront those feelings about ourselves, our body image, the way other people perceive us.
The above photo was taken last year during a wedding in Scotland that my fiance was standing up in. The photos were only just posted to Facebook and as soon as I saw it, so many things happened. First repulsion, at my thick cheeks, small eyes and wide, crooked nose. Then I remembered the moment this was capturing. I had turned in my chair to watch my fiance give his speech as best man.
I was taken back to that moment, how utterly proud I was of him, how fucking happy I was to be there amongst his closest friends; having just witnessed another trans-atlantic relationship, quite similar in some ways but vastly different than our own, unified in love, beauty, and holy matrimony.
These were simply moments. That is how we existed - the memories tied to them more precious than any thoughts or insecurities I may harbor.
I spent a very, very long time wiping the existence of certain photos of myself off the face of the Earth, avoiding the camera lens, dodging captured moments for fear of not looking a certain way.
I will admit that when I first saw this photo, I removed it from my Facebook Timeline. I let myself stew with it for a while before I developed a desire to fight that automatic impulse to hide.
What is the fucking point? It’s my goddamn face. It’s me. Why am I ashamed?
<3 Haley Cue
It’s official: Reese Hoffa is my new favorite Olympian.
Olympians: They come in all shapes and sizes - by Erilyn
I’m sure there are tons of fatter soccer players, table tennis players, canoers, etc., who don’t get their fair share of camera time. But these Olympic athletes, whose bodies still show us the diversity of nations — the diversity of shapes, sizes and colors that define the human condition — prove the diversity of fit (not necessarily skinny or fat) athletes and show what the human body can do.
happy hand-me-up fat clothes day!
(wherein my little sister loses weight and i reap the benefits of her discarded wardrobe)
also, it feels like spring in detroit right now, which is fabulous.
Our first day in Paris.
(I had meant to post this on my personal blog, but whutevs!)