Lots to talk about.
I had an unexciting weekend that involved a lot of joint pain, a lot of growling and some really tasty pizza. Also there was hair washing and whatnot.
First up though Torrid and I are on the outs again. Who do I have to blow to find a pair of plain black boot cut mid/low rise jeans? I do not want sparkles on my ass. I do not want contrast stitching. I do not want weird washes.
I just want a fucking pair of black jeans.
Also Torrid, you people do realize that not all of the fly fat girls live in Cali right? Some of us live where it's cold enough to freeze off a nipple and your light satiny, breezy, thin wear is not made for that. I am so not speaking to you again until Spring.
Which leads me to my next issue. Where the hell do I find plain black non ass sparkle having boot cut jeans that aren't insanely expensive?
I am thinking a trek to Target and possibly *dread stare o fear here* the Gap may be in order. LB clothing doesn't fit me quite right sadly and I have no idea where else to go. I just want my ham to be warm.
I also am in absolutely desperate need of a couple of new bras. I'm dragging my feet about that a little bit because the three bras I really want are way out of my price range. And my price range is sucky. Big boobs+not a lot of $$=sad boobies.
And can we talk about something else fat fashion related?
I am really over people hating on "slutty, hoochie, whatever you want to call it". Why? Why do women do that? It really pisses me off. I don't care if you don't like the hoochie wear/appearance/presentation but don't get snotty with me because I do. The beauty of individuality is that we don't all have to do the same thing.
I look at it the same way I look at any other appearance related thing. What's rocking my world might make you want to puke but it's not necessary to make it into a moral issue. Additionally, it'd be great if there is a huge chasm between us, don't feel the need to ascribe your politics to my ass. Really.
If that means in your head you're calling me a slut whore for wearing whatever, I honestly don't give a shit. Really.
I'm over it.
I finally have a functioning digicam so I may or may not start myself a Flikr stream for outfits of the day. I will probably not post them on Fatshionista. I still enjoy Fatshionista but I'm finding more and more it's not really my cuppa anymore. I'm not entirely certain why. Something about the culture rubs my fur the wrong way and I can't put a finger on it and have been trying for months.
Hence if any of you who read me are there, I post like once in a blue moon.
I think part of it is the fashion as politic thing. I don't identify with that. There was a brief time in my life when I did but it felt unauthentic. My fashion doesn't revolve around my politics, nor do my politics (generally speaking) reflect my fashion.
I like a lot of fashion. I am into a lot of looks. However a lot of the looks I enjoy I am not sunk into the culture. Take the whole Lolita thing as an example. I'm entirely uninterested in the squabbles about what entails working Loli properly, nor am I interested in any sort of elitism that i have seen on some of those communities.
Essentially if I think it's cute I will wear it.
That's not to say I don't get into the culture my fashion comes from at all. Matter of fact fashion has led me to explore things that culturally speaking I probably wouldn't have ever thought to.
I don't know where I'm goin with this.
I'm getting tired. My body is aching in a way that makes me want to punch each offending area repeatedly.
However I do look very cute today. I'm sporting high mini buns, cat eye make up with a little glitter, some berry sparkly lips, grey cashmere sweatervest I got on sale from Target for 5$ (WIN), black Express wide legged trousers thrifted from Goodwill and my docs.
And very gassy because I drank milk last night. I am lactose intolerant but sometimes I crave milk so bad I want to cry and soy just don't cut it.
So I'm going to drink chicken soup, drink water and continue to cruise ebay for make up super deals.