1. nap-city:

    aminaabramovic:

    stop being concerned about whether every body you see is aesthetically pleasing to you

    #people are not decorations for ya life

    (via fatgirldangerous)

     
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  3. scarlettentacle:

    fozmeadows:

    Hypothesis:

    We have, as a society, such a completely disordered, distorted perception of female bodies that the vast majority of people are incapable of recognising what “overweight” actually looks like on a woman, let alone “healthy”. As such, we’re now at a point where women are not only…

    This is incredibly on point, especially w/r/t the absurdity of widespread adoption of BMI as a measure or indicator of health. 

    (Source: fozmeadows.wordpress.com)

     
  4. Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now. 

    - Fred Rogers

    I’ve been thinking a lot about this quote in the context of self-love and body acceptance — by reframing body acceptance and self-love as active verbs, not magical be-all, end-all enlightened states to be arrived at, loving myself becomes something I can do now, not something to aspire to in an indefinite future or I’ll be able to achieve in time.  

     
  5. February 2014

    in/out: working at home

    • scarf, Sevilla, Spain, 2004.
    • red flannel shirt, thrifted, 2013.
    • black jeans, Old Navy, 2013. 
    • turquoise earrings, Old Navy, 2013. 
    • grey converse, Zappos, 2008.
    • Magnus, catshion accessory, scrowling since ???

    assessment: fashionably bedecked in cat-cessories, the latest in genderfluid fashion trends.

     
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  7. January 31st, 2014

    in/out: housewarming party

    • grey jacket, thrifted. 2013.
    • black pants, Old Navy, 2013.
    • blue chiffon shirt, thrifted. 2013.
    • black ankle boots, Zappos. 2012. 

    I’ve been trying to write about this outfit for weeks. 

    I wore it to a housewarming party full of lovely queer friends. 

    I left the house feeling like I’d put together an outfit that would be read as androgynous, that was reflective of my sense of gender fluidity.

    I came back home with my heart in little bitty pieces because a friend dug themselves a hole that started with the sentiment: you’re not really queer… and went on from there.

    It’s a lesson that’s hard to forget: that the people you love will stand there and nod along as someone rips your heart out.  

    assessment: I know, rationally, intellectually, that when someone uses their experiences to tell me that I’m less than they are, at the heart of it, this is about them and their issues, not me. But when I’ve left the house feeling that my outfit is communicating my identity, and someone tells me point blank that they don’t read me that way, it’s hard not to feel like fashion androgyny & genderqueerness & gender fluidity & even queerness is a language I’m failing to speak and that this miscommunication is my fault, that I’m doing this fashion thing wrong, and that if my body was shaped differently, my identity would be read correctly. 

     
  8. January 30th, 2014

    in/out: swimming on my birthday!

    • birthday suit, Zappos, 2012. 

    assessment: Still giggling over my birthday suit. Because it’s a bathing suit on my birthday, so it’s a birthday suit, get it? Sorry/not sorry/still giggling. 

    I can’t tell you how much I love this bathing suit and how previously out of character it would have been for me to 1. enjoy wearing a bathing suit; 2. enjoy how I look in a bathing suit; 3. be willing to share an image of myself wearing a bathing suit. High fives for incremental progress towards self acceptance! It’s such a joy to prance around in a bathing suit feeling fabulous: why did I spend so much damn time denying myself that experience? Probably because I didn’t have this bathing suit in my life until 2012. This magical garment is emerald green and is delightfully folded and tucked and draped and has coverage for my boobs and is gorgeous, and if wearing a shirt-bodysuit situation that is also underwear wasn’t tragically uncomfortable, I’d wear this thing as a shirt all the time.

    butch/femme: pin up genderfluid femme

     

  9. REBLOG IF YOU’RE A FAT BABE.

    fattyforever:

    lets-make-alove-story:

    I need more of y’all lovely ladies to follow. Let’s be friends

    Fat babes unite!

    <3

     
  10. November 2013

    in/out: working at home

    • black v-neck drape-y shirt, Ross. 2003.
    • grey cardigan, thrifted, 2013.
    • jeans, Old Navy, 2013.
    • black triangle earrings, Old Navy, 2013.

    assessment: Still trying to make this shirt happen. Self, stop trying to make this shirt happen. It’s not going to happen. The menswear-ness of the cardigan-jacket-sweater doesn’t balance out the fluttery sleeves or the clingy cut or the deep-v of the shirt enough to feel like the dainty & bold aspects of the outfit are in harmony. 

    I potentially broke or badly sprained my ankle last week, so I don’t have much to say about this outfit right now besides: ow. 

    butch/femme: indoors working femme

     
  11. November 2nd, 2013

    • leather jacket, thrifted, 2012.
    • boots, Zappos, 2012.
    • dark blue see-through chiffon shirt, thrifted, 2013.
    • black tank top, Target, 2004.
    • black leggings with pockets, Gap, 2012.
    • DIY wallet chain so I don’t loose my ID, AGAIN.
    • safety pin earrings

    in/out: Ships in the Night!

    assessment: Another Ships outfit! This see-through chiffon shirt is one of my favorite new-ish wardrobe pieces —  it is cut nice and boxy, like a men’s shirt, though maybe a bit shorter, but it’s semi-transparent and diaphanous, a combination which, as far as I’m concerned, puts it at genderfuck level, which is my favorite level of fashion.

    I aaaaaaalmost didn’t draw in the wallet chain, because wallet chains remind me of the skater boys from middle school who rode BMX bikes, and unless I’m wearing pantaloon-shorts-skirts, that’s not a fashion style I’m deliberately trying to channel.  Oh well: I’m all about truth in my fashion illustrations, even the embarrassing bits.  

    butch/femme: dapper genderfuck

     

  12. "Fat people have the right to exist in fat bodies regardless of how we got fat, what being fat means, or if we could be thin through some means – however easy or difficult. There are no other valid opinions on this – we have the right to exist without shaming, bullying or stigmatization, period."
     
  13. Throwback Thursday: based on another image from my embarrassing selfie collection, this one a reference for a photo of someone who was underdressed for San Francisco weather. 

     
  14. November, 2013

    • dark red flannel shirt, thrifted, 2013.

    • black & white ombre scarf, gift, 2012.

    • black pants, Old Navy, 2013.

    in/out: working at home

    assessment: It was a rough day, so I ended it with two beers & some red ink for drawing. Wearing plaid flannel is comforting and warm, which I needed that day — comfort outfits FTW! — you know, like comfort food but with clothing instead. I also love the contrast between the bold lines of the plaid shirt and the soft transition of the ombre scarf, and the shapelessness of the shirt was exactly what I needed at the time. 

    butch/femme: fighting body dysmorphia with fashion! genderqueer

     

  15. "Obesity (fatness) – as an identity or an experience - does not exist in a vacuum. One’s experience as a fat person is mediated by their gender, race, class standing, ability, and citizenship status; these realities overlap, intersect and complicate the way that a disease classification may be stacked onto other marginalized identities. Furthermore, because women, poor people and people of color are likelier to be classified/seen as fat in our culture, the AMA decision de facto upholds sexism, classism and racism."
    — read more: virgietovar.com (via fat-grrrl-activism)

    (via jakethebabe)