“This is my face - which includes my eyes. Behind my eyes is my brain- My brain has the ability to control every organ in my body.
I love my face
This is my chest - behind my skin, is my rib cage. My rib cage protects my internal organs- most importantly my heart. My heart pumps blood from my head to my toes.
I love my chest
This is my stomach - what lies within allows me to convert food into energy to nourish my body.
I love my stomach
These are my hips - attached are my thighs. My legs are the most reliable mode of transportation I have.
I love my hips
Last are my feet - they allow me to balance in this unstable world.
I love my feet
Now, as you look in the mirror, past your reflection- notice everything that is going on behind you…and announce…
This is my body - my body is captivating-my body is brilliant in so many ways- my body is responsible for me being in this world
I LOVE my body”.
Please any awesome adorable fashionable fat friendlies, if you wanna submit any of your awesome outfits please do! I will publish it my pretties :)
(note: I wrote this a long time ago and it is extremely love and has multiple layers and reasons. So I decided to split it up into parts and spread it out in a queue.)
Working in the fashion industry, I have always never felt %100 percent beautiful or accepted. Even attending fashion school, there was always a giant elephant in the room when I entered and I couldn’t help, but think the elephant was me. There is this moment that always rushes to me when I think about the term plus sized. I was doing an editorial gig for this fashion startup website and whilst steaming the clothes for this shoot I overhead the hairstylist who was no larger than an size 8 and pretty damn stunning, talking to this very average looking model while doing her hair. She was complaining about her body (totally unprofessional) specifically her thighs while this model was assuring her that she was pretty. Finally after multiple jabs at herself, the model reassures her that “you’d make a great plus size model actually.” That for some reason, though such a small comment, really stung at me. The way the model said it was like “you could almost be as good as me.” When I hear the term plus size, my brain always says “plus what size?” The average size for women in America is a size 16 and the average breast size is now a 36 DD. Take a look at these women:
These “plus sized” models, look much more like most of us than any of those “normal” models gracing the runways. Why are we, women with real bodies, the addition the “plus”? As if our curves, fat, lumps, ass, and tits are add ons to the normal American women’s bodies? A lot of thinner women always get angry at the term “real woman” and they believe that pro body acceptance people are aganist their body frame. We’re not. I’m not. The problem lies within concepts like this. To the society being thin, not even average, but massively sickly thin. When I say massively thin I mean in an unnatural way and unhealthy way. When you are above 5”9 your body weight should be at least 130-150. 150 being the target. Most models weigh aprox 115 pounds. These are statistics, these are facts friends. But yet our bodies, real average, fat bodies, are seen are something un-normal and unnatural. Something less than, or something “plus.” The question is plus what? Plus the unnatural standard of beauty? Plus the discriminatory way we as women are treated based on things like weight? Plus what?
taught me how to be fat. Nobody ever taught me how to live in a thin person’s world. The underwhelming majority of my short life has been a constant struggle of “tucking it in”, not taking “offense” to the plethora of fatphoic media consumption around me, being “okay” with being the fat friend, listening to my family berate me about eating, dealing with horrible men, but that’s just the traumatic stuff.
No more. This is my space. This is our space. For all the fat girls united to take back our bodies. To deal with the everyday struggles of life living in this low fat, low tolerance, fake world. A sample size is a size 4, but the average American woman is a size 14. Are we too fat to be average? Or is the thought average too little? This is our life, our world, and we must navigate through it.
Introducing: Hot and Heavy.