hey, fat chick!

bigmamaunikorn:

My contribution to an identity-related project for the Diversity and Equity Center on my campus.

I’m FAT and that’s okay.

FAT is Fabulous

FAT, Femme, and Fabulous.

I also want to say that I was the only one who was cut off on the sides. I’m barely cut off, but no one was near being cut off like this. I’m pissed the camera was set up to fit people into a small space, one that my body can’t fit into.

sarahwantsmoore:

i did it yall! i wore a bikini to a crowded beach! i am very very proud of myself

p.s. i look a little rough because i had just boogie boarded my ass off lol

lapocketrocket:

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