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Queen Beth Ditto
“But wherever you shop, if stores don’t have clothes in your size, let them know. Try something on, stretch it out, rip it up, and put it back on the hanger as your way of saying, ‘Fuck off. Thanks for making clothes that don’t fit me.’”
(via chubbycartwheels)
” Death By Done ” model n concept : Kelli Jean Drinkwater /photography : Penelope Benton - check out this in print in current issue of VOLUPT 2 magazine. And the Simulacra issue of Slit Mag - both out now xxx
Kelli Jean, you are PERFECT.
Still can’t believe this is me, tbh.
Photos by Velvet D’Amour for Volup2
AHHHHHHHH YOU’RE THE BEST!
I really love how formidable i look here. Not only my body, but also my facial expression and the arch of my brow. (Taken 4/28/12)The story never ends here
Photo By gianna Leo falcon
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…
FUCK FLATTERING
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!
So, this was my Burger Queen final speech. I ended up deviating it and cutting it short, but this was my full written speech. Oh, and please feel free to listen to this song as that’s what was playing. haha.
QUEEEEEEN
Desire is the hunger, is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
You two look like a million bucks.
(via mmmajestic)
This is my final project for my typography class. The word “FAT” written in all kinds of candy.
I made this project because fat is demonized all the time. But, fat is delicious. Fat is beautiful. Fat is colorful. Fat is fun.
I used M&Ms, candy oranges, cereal, sixlets, licorice, jelly beans, and smarties. I ate a lot of it, too.
Candy on wood.
Fat girl angle to chinspo. (Taken with GifBoom)
I love this nun shredding in her birkenstocks
Nuns Just Wanna Have Fun
“That’s all they really want.”
Okay, I’ve had a massive come down from the Burger Queen final and also I’ve really struggled with seeing the photos taken by other people. My confidence, believe it or not, hangs by a thread and seeing how I really look kinda destroys me. But anyway, having calmed down these two pictures make me laugh so I’m posting them!
Basically there was a “talent” round. After a lot of panic and faffing, I wrote a speech about fatshion and “fuck flattering” and delivered it dramatically/comedically to the tune of the president’s speech in Independence Day (my fave film LOLOL). These photos are me having ripped off my mum’s old dowdy clothes to my sequinned Forever 21 dress, and screaming FUUUUUCCCK FLATTERRINNNNGGGG!!!
I was absolutely shitting myself, because I genuinely believed it wouldn’t get much of a response but everyone loved it and cheered, which was nice. I was going to post what I’d written but I ended up ad-libbing and finishing at a different point, so now I can’t even remember what I said. Apparently it was filmed, so if/when it goes up I shall show it to you all.
I’m glad I did it, although it seems a bit ironic how after doing something so ridiculous and positive I’ve ended up feeling awful about myself. I dunno. I’m a div.
Fuck chub rub.
Fuck wearing shorts under dresses.
Fuck worrying about whether someone can see that I’m wearing shorts under my dress.
Fuck bike shorts that are too short or too big.
Fuck trying to think about how to discreetly adjust ill fitting bike shorts while walking down the street.
Fuck failed DIY concoctions slathered between my legs.
Fuck buying expensive products just to see if they’ll work.
Fuck stained dresses with anti-chub rub goo applied too liberally.
Fuck not talking about chub rub because it’s shameful or impolite or inappropriate.
Fuck femininity that puts women’s bodies on display while erasing the actual experiences of those bodies.
SO RELEVANT TO MY LIFE. I’m looking forward to the cooler months because tights require so much less effort.
(via verybusyandimportant)
