B♥tch I might be

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“No more diets, only riots”

For example, most H&M blouses these days don’t even have boobdarts. Which means they will sit awkwardly on literally anyone with boobs, no matter the size. But on hangers or when folded on display? They look fab as fuck. Because hangers don’t have boobs. And the models chosen to show them on the catwalk are usually chosen for their lack of boobage too (unless it’s for lingerie), other requirements including ridiculous size and weight requirements. As for the average (EU available) clothing shops, the worst offender I’ve encountered yet was Zara. Everything’s way too long and way too flat: clearly aimed to look good on the catwalk models but not intended for normal people. At all.

Also sizes are just numbers. Shopping online has taught me that I’m a European M, an American XS-S, and a Japanese L-XL. And then these sizes even vary from shop to shop in the same country: I’m an XL at Apples but an S at Lola&Liza, for example. They’ve also been reducing the sizes of these numbers throughout the years to make people feel bad about themselves and to sell more weight-loss products. Don’t let a number get you down, it does not define you.

ever wonder why clothes look amazing on celebrities, including fat celebrities, while you’re lucky to find something that kind of fits?

It’s because…

…THEY GET THINGS TAILORED.

If the fashion industry thrives on newness and novelty then they are failing themselves.

If you want a ‘new twist on a classic style’ I’ve got one for you.

Make a pencil skirt for someone who is 5ft 3.

Make a white shirt that will button over my breasts.

Make a shift dress that doesn’t get ‘nipped in at the waist’.

Make a pair of shoes that won’t aggravate my ankle injury.

Make a ‘nude-coloured’ dress that is dark brown.

Make your plus-sized jeans in actual denim, not some shitty stretch fabric dyed blue.

You want a fresh take on the classics?

Try making your clothes for someone who isn’t six foot tall and a size 6.

For once.

Make sensitive skin-friendly buttons and clasps so we don’t have worry about the metal making us break out in contact dermatitis (that’s a localized rash that can easily become an infection, for the uninformed).

Make a long dress that is easy to go to the bathroom in.

Make a pair of jeans that actually fit in the crotch area instead of putting us at risk of a yeast infection (No “V”).

Make more dress shoes that aren’t heels.

Put more pockets in women’s clothes.

This reminds me of one of the first times my husband went clothes shopping with me. I gathered up my usual armful to take into the dressing room and he eyed me with astonishment and said, “Are you going to buy all that?” Now he wasn’t complaining, mind you, he was just surpised.

I gave him the hairy eyeball and said, “I’ll be lucky if even one of these fits right and looks good. I can’t just pick a shirt or a pair of jeans off a rack and buy them because I know they’ll fit. Like you can.”

I still remember the quiet “Oh,” that came out of his mouth.

Give us real flannel, not cotton knock-offs

- make clothes that last for longer than a single season before they wear out

- make clothes without using sweatshops, child labour, underpaying and mistreating workers at ANY stage of clothing cycle

- make clothes using ecologically produced fabrics, and reduce the environmental impact of the clothing industry across the board

- make quality clothing accessible and affordable for all

- end the fast fashion industry

Not only because hell yeah fat girl heroes and awesomely executed art and animation

But also because I know there are hundreds of assholes SEETHING over it

Please.

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the act of trying to fit my fat, squishy body into something that would not go past my knees was embarrassing. but it’s doubled when i realized i was wearing the biggest size in that section, what was supposed to be my section. the look my mother gave me when i told her that nothing fit is seared into my memory.

so i cried. i cried because this meant i had to shop at the womens section. for some completely asinine reason, in my teens, i decided that if i ever shopped in the fat lady’s section, it meant that i had failed. at what? i still don’t really know. passing by the abundance of ugly, drab, boring clothes that the plus size section provided felt like i was in a funhouse, like this can’t be my reality.

but the pants fit there. i took no pleasure from this, and i cried again.

so that’s why i made this post. because the experiences that fat and chubby kids go through in dressing rooms is unique and so rarely talked about. i’m in a much better place now and have definitely embraced my fat thighs and hanging double belly, but i know a lot of us who grew up to be fat adults still have some pain we have to address and work through.

Blonde Babydoll 

Fresh out of recovery trying to figure out how to be me