Self Care is a-okay. Especially when you’re feeling spectacularly shitty.
Well. A breakdown in public. That’s not fun.
This was one of the moodboards submitted for my application, squeeee.
MARELLA , $405 / Jitrois black leather skirt / River Island bikini, $24 / Burberry / Dolce & Gabbana leather handbag, $1,670 / Yves Saint Laurent strand necklace, $1,175 / Yves Saint Laurent brass jewelry, $1,045 / Givenchy cosmetic, $45 / NARS Cosmetics / Dolce & Gabbana glossy lipstick, $37 / Lancôme
GUYS I NEED YOUR OPINION LIKE, FREAKING NOW!!
It ends in 50 minutes.
Do I buy or not buy?!
I legit won’t see it this price again. It’s authentic Burberry London.
It’s a black evening dress from the 2011 Collection
It still has the tags on which state an RRP of £1595
..if I bid now and no one else gets to it, I can get it for like £100
I’ve messaged her a ton and she can guarantee authenticity as she purchased it from the Burberry Outlet in London. Even then with some off, I’d still be paying a fuck load less that she paid for it there. There are no defects and she’s only selling it because it’s too small.
The only issue is.. it’s a size (maybe 2 sizes) too big.
It doesn’t come with the belt but I can buy the same one or another one easily, what do I do?!! Because I don’t know if I could get it altered. I mean she said she’d be willing to refund it if it’s much too big
But this dress has been on my mind for well over a day
All I can think about is the beautiful.. beautiful fabric and I just melt.
DO I BUY OR NOT!?
I can just about afford it if I make some major cut backs. Idk where the fuck I’d where it but I legit don’t care. I always wear black, regardless of season ;)
I know I’m not one to judge and I should not take this so personally but,
People are like “Ohhmygod I have to diet to look good in this bikini for summer” and all this other pressured by society bullshit and I’m thinking (biting my tongue) “Oh really wow cause I had to gain weight to like you know SAVE MY FUCKING LIFE so excuse me for not caring.”
There is a word in every fat fashion fan’s vocabulary that upon its utterance, whether by a TV style pundit, a designer or a well-meaning relative, never fails to strike a killing blow to any confidence we may have. The word is “flattering”.
Flattering. The word haunts us wherever we go. Shouting at us from our screens, omnipresent in the stares from 17 year old shop assistants, left in the comments of every article that dares to mention fatness and fashion in the same paragraph. This word, these three little syllables, have locked fat people – feminine fatties, dapper fatties, butch fatties – into a parallel universe of shame and despair, a world populated by an endless parade of diarrhoea brown calf length skirts, waterfall cardigans and hanky hems. To flatter is to hide, to minimise, to render obsolete. A way for fatties to move through the world, without actually being seen.
Flattering, a code word for elasticated necklines and empire waists. The idea that a belly and a bum means you’re not worthy of colour or fanciness. Of happiness.
I want you to join me, my friends. Join me in rejecting the idea of only wearing clothes that others deem flattering. let us adorn ourselves in sequins, in feathers, in tight Lycra. Let us frolic in skirts and jeans that trace the outline of our bellies without fear or shame. Let us wear our VBOs as a delicious fashion statement, instead of a curse.
Together we can walk the streets, take to the beaches a riot of colourful chubbiness. Together we will rise to the hates and shout…
It is time for us to take back our agency, it’s time for us to reclaim this word which is still used against us. And once we have it, we will destroy it.
Society may want us to hide, but we will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! But we WILL pour our bums into a pair of American Apparel disco pants. We WILL wear ruffles, peplums and skinny jeans and fitted 3 piece suits. We WILL dress exactly how we want because we deserve to feel good about ourselves.
Celebrate your body. Wrap it in silks, paint it in millions of colours. Wear hot pants or even baggy t-shirts if that’s what makes you happy. But don’t ever feel you need to wear something “flattering”.
The next time you hear that word, those horrible three syllables, say it with me: fuck flattering! Fuck flattering! FUCK FLATTERING!
A passage from one of my favorite blog articles!
I know it sounds awful but the amount of conversing I’ve engaged in lately is fucking tiring.
Like, the past week or so I’ve been literally drained; between a ton of therapy sessions and minimal socializing, I’m exhausted. Sometimes I just want to hide under a duvet and be like “leave me aloneeee” but then I’m lonely. Although that happens regardless of where I am and who I’m with.
All those social expectations, bleh. Like I’m freaking TIRED. Give me credit for even getting up and dragging my ass to the coffee shop to work.
Okay so, if someone has an interest and you intentionally crap all over it then I don’t know what your problem is but you should probably sort it the fuck out.
Just because someone is passionate about something or has a strong interest than you don’t understand or don’t like yourself; it does not give you the right to put them down. It does not give you the right to push your opinion of “why do you like that anyway”, “it’s stupid”, “it’s kinda lame and won’t change anything”, or any other kind of negative comment like that. You do not own the right to tell someone what they can or cannot be passionate about. It is not your right, or anyone else s’ right to interrogate the person about their interest with the intent of putting them down over it.
Do you understand this?
I love fashion, but this does not make me a vapid narcissist. I don’t obsess over looking fabulous and perfect every second of every day; I have more than two brain cells (apparently people who love fashion are dumb as fuck), I’m actually really pretty damn smart. I don’t dress in trends, I adore couture. Not because it’s expensive or I’m a golddigga, but because I love the detail- the fabric, the originality in design. It’s beauty, it’s art.
What I’m getting at is.. don’t shit on someone else s’ passion.
It is not your right.
It is not your place.
And it certainly is not your right to judge someone based on their likes or dislikes.
Nor is it your privilege to stereotype them based on it.
Just a thought.
Its time to say goodbye,
To rid myself of a living lie,
I’m moving on. I’m biting back,
Best foot forward, right on track.
I will not mourn the friend I’ve lost.
I hope again our paths wont cross,
What I love is inside me,
Not the figure in the mirror I see.
Good riddance to this shit disease,
The expectations I never achieved,
Perfection does not equal thin,
But biting back means I will win.
I’m stronger now, I,ve fought the fight,
And now I ‘ll savour ever bite,
Farewell my anorexic friend,
Lets hope this truly is the end
Jackie has been a dear friend of mine for quite a few years now. We’ve encountered many group therapy sessions together, seen highs and lows through different times in our lives. She released a book earlier this year and I can’t recommend it enough. Jackie is truly inspirational, it’s an absolute honor to call her a friend. Posting this poem in particular not just because it’s beautiful, but also because it feels somewhat applicable.
Getting real sick of this going to sleep alone, waking up alone, being alone in my own head and just generally being lonely as fuck around people. Fuck sake.
If I ever feel like a bit insecure about my body or start putting myself down whithout realizing, I just sorta like grab my own ass and realize I’ve still got it so I’m a hot as heck chick then everything is fine again.