Wednesday, November 9th, 2011
Its that time of year where all the magazines seem to have articles about swimsuits for every size. But, seriously, it’s swimsuits for every size up to size 16. It seems like the actual outfit of anyone of a larger size at my local pool is a one piece with a pair of boardshorts with a one piece swimsuits.
My choice was a polka dot swimmers from Kmart. They look very much like this this pair from asos but go up to a size 18 and cost $19.
This is my current lemming from Kiyonna, a convertible swimsuit. I want this so bad for summer. Its available in a few colours, up to size 32 and $140 ish. Num num num.
So, yes. You have your swim suit body. It’s your body. Dunk it. Cool down. Enjoy yourself and be in your body rather than outside judging.
Oh and the final option, in the privacy of your own home or appropriate zoned swimming area is chunky dunking (thats skinny dipping for fats )
Friday, October 29th, 2010
A couple of weeks ago I purchased a truly ridiculous number of bras and underwear from Evans. Now, this may or may not have been because I’ve never seen cute bras in my size before, but OMG. Evans sell them. And they’re CUTE, and it’s AMAZING. I even bought a padded balcony bra. Seriously, it’s like they took what I was raging about here and actually listened.
Now, I may or may not ever get around to doing a full review, but if you’re fat and you’ve got small boobage, I can recommend these bras. They’re fairly well made, reasonably priced (by comparison anyway – i don’t want to be spending $80 on one fucking bra, people) and they have a nice combination of styles. And they actually fit!
YAY SPENDING FAT DOLLARS!
Tuesday, September 28th, 2010
This past weekend I high’ed my way to the local Renaissance Faire which is a US phenomenon started in the 70’s by a Californian Historical group and has now grown to seasonal celebrations of debauchery throughout the country. People dress up in historic clothing, pick a “character” to play for the day if they wish and play amidst Renaissance plays, music, dances, drinking, jousting, flirting and a merry time to be had by all.
I LOVE Ren Faires… love love love them! I love the chivalry and risqué humor I love the clothes and most of all preening bird that I am… I LOVE dressing up in my Ren Faire outfit. It is a style of clothing which celebrated the feminine curve and it’s the ONE place on EARTH besides western Africa and the Pacific Islands where a saucy wench like me will trump a modern day “thinly acceptable” gal in the come hither scale for sure.
See… I’m not hating on my thin and skinny sisters I really am not. However when all my life all I’ve ever heard is that I should be like you, kill myself, starve myself hate myself until I am like you… well this is one place, a magical mystical place in time, where you should be LIKE ME. AHHHH YEAAAHHH ladies.. be just. Like. Me. Cause my bosoms brings all the Sires to the yard.
Whenever I dress up in my costume I am told that I should have been “born” in that time I fit the look so well. I have men fighting for my favors as I gallivant in my clashing colors of autumnal harvest. I feel beautiful, delicious, envied… mostly it feels good to be envied (I won’t lie) as my whole life was one where every girl would whine whilst being so thin they literally live on the verge of being 2nd dimensional “Do I look FAT in this?” As if what I am is their worst nightmare… the thing to be avoided at all costs even to the point of dying.
Ladies and Goodly Gents… if you can do not walk but hop skip and jump to your nearest Ren Faire, put on that lovely wenches dress (or studly livery) and enjoy being in a place where you are not only acceptable YOU ARE THE IDEAL. Being in a place where the beauty standards are culturally different allows us to see what a cultural construct it is… this whole stoopid body business by which we hang our very worth on. If we had lived a mere 150 years prior would we feel this way? Should we allow culture in all its relativistic depravity decide for us how our bodies should look and how we feel about them?
Nay… I say NAY! Good Folk! For thou art bountiful like a laden table after a long hard winter, bouncing like girl’s curls or grapes on the vine, yeah indeed thou art the essence of abundance and mirth, wellness and hale living. Thou art the ideal.
Monday, September 13th, 2010
Fat Studies: A Critical Dialogue was INCREDIBLE. I truly can’t put into words how wonderful it was but I’m going to attempt to at a later stage. There were so many fabulous people to meet and ideas to action and a buttload of fun and friendship. In the interim please accept a video of my presentation, and the paper it’s based on. I was very nervous but it seemed to go ok!
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My name is Natalie and I’m fat, I like the internet and I should preface this by telling you that I’m so unacademic I had to ask Google how to write an abstract for a paper when I was encouraged to submit something for this presentation! Gratefully, I also had the support of Australian Fat Studies academics as well as complete strangers on the internet, and I want to tell you a story about how I’ve come to be here, loving and accepting myself with the help of the World Wide Web.
Chubby teen finds the internet
I started using the internet in 1995 as a 14 year old at a private girls school. While my friends were swapping X-files fanfic and accidentally swearing at our headmistress via PM over our Novel network, I was helping other students circumvent the ban on chatrooms by using Telnet talkers. I’ve always been interested in communication and community on the internet, rather than downloading porn or music and other stuff. I sought people I could connect with because most folks just didn’t get me; I had crazy ideas that human beings should be treated equitably and I was an introvert who communicated much more comfortably via the written word.
Despite running the gamut of teenagehood and being exposed to conflicting messages about what my female body was supposed to look like, I never wanted to be skinny and I never really was. At a size 14 I felt kind of trapped between being properly skinny and properly fat. I remember many times thinking that if I was going to be chubby I ought to be properly chubby with the benefit of soft flesh and rounded bits. I was attracted to chunkier people and while I felt my thoughts went against the grain I never questioned or repressed them.
At 17, I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and found I had to change my whole life. Suddenly I had to inject insulin four times a day and monitor my blood sugar levels in relation to what I put in my mouth. My regular meals had to be balanced, planned, measured and predictable. I had hypos in the middle of the night, and woke disoriented and pouring with sweat; the only way it could be fixed was by eating food to bring my blood sugar back up again. I put on weight even after I lost a lot of weight pre-diagnosis, even after establishing really healthful and doctor-approved, diabetic-friendly eating habits. My body became properly fat and I felt a sense of relief to belong to a group – even if it was a feared and harassed group. I started to get really curious about fat bodies. I tried to talk about fatness with friends and family but the conversations never went very far. People, mostly female, felt genuinely panicked when I brought up the topic.
My Mother was concerned about the weight gain and accompanied me to Weight Watchers meetings. I went along to a few and ate the diet, but it never felt right to me. As a diabetic, my food intake was already policed (by myself and by other people) so submitting myself to more policing and having to pay for it felt wrong and unhealthy. I never felt as if I had disordered eating, nor as if what I ate contributed to my weight gain. My General Practitioners and every Endocrinologist up until my current one would treat me as if I were some kind of terrorist, waging war against my body by intentionally putting on weight. My current Endocrinologist actually says something new: I could have Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome symptoms. Back when I was doing Weight Watchers I knew that my weight gain couldn’t be explained by my food habits and it didn’t make sense for me to further damage my relationship with food by doing a diet that reduced nutrition to numbers so I dropped out. My Mum was baffled but dropped the issue with me, while continuing to pursue various diets herself, yet always remaining the same, familiar and lovely Mum-shape. I broke up with dieting because it seemed like a crock.
Monday, January 11th, 2010
It has been awhile, but I’m finally back! Actually, I have not really been away – just insanely busy at work and busy socially and, well, a wee bit lazy. OMG FAT STEREOTYPE.
Anyway! My wonderful parents asked me earlier in the year what I’d like for Christmas, and I replied, “A sewing machine!”
I have fond memories of being poked and prodded with pins and measuring tapes for most my childhood. My mother is an excellent seamstress, and the bulk of my clothes except for my socks, school uniforms, and some special occasion gear, were made for me until I was about eight or so. My mother made my senior formal outfit (that’s prom, for the non-Australians), medieval costumes when I was at university, the works.
Now, I wanted to be able to alter my own clothes, and begin making my own too. First I learned how to do the basics – thread the machine, fill a bobbin, and sew straight and zigzag stitches. Although I’ve never sewn before, I’ve spent years around my mother and her machine, so it wasn’t too hard. So I asked my mum to help me make a breezy summer top. This is what we did:
Made a rough mock-up using one of my tank-tops and an old bedsheet, fitted the mock up, made a pattern out of newspaper, and cut the pieces – one centre back and two centre front pieces. After putting those together at the shoulder seam and sewing the darts, we decided that it needed facings, so cut out armhole and neckline facings, ironed on interfacing paper and added that. Then mum got the bright idea that we should understitch the facings.
It pulls a little oddly on the left shoulder, but given that we drafted the pattern mostly from scratch, I wasn’t expecting a perfect fit. I’m slip-stitching all the facings down at the moment (neck done, one and a half armholes to go!), but other than that it’s finished
Apologies for the cruddy webcam headless fatty shots, but my camera was not playing nice this evening with the self-timer for some reason. Also it is wrinkled, because I had it crushed in my lap while I sewed the facings down and watched The West Wing (which is an awesome show for sewing to, by the by).
I feel inordinately proud myself, and really inspired! However, it’s clear that I need a lot more general sewing experience before I get to the stage that I want to be, which is to be able to draft my own patterns from scratch. Going by measurements, I am right at the top of the plus-size spectrum in commercial patterns, and I want to have the skill to make what I want, when I want it!
I got rather excited when I saw these two patterns from Simplicity, as I can fit (just) the 28W, and I absolutely adore 1940s vintage stylin’! I was disappointed to discover that these seemed to be limited to the US as well, though! Isn’t that just awesome – not only is the range of ready-to-wear clothing in Australia shitty, but patterns are equally difficult to find. :/ I’m in love with some of the Burda patterns I’ve found too, but of course their online store doesn’t ship to Australia. I know Burda is commercially available here; I just hope there’s a similarly awesome plus pattern availability.
There’s a happy ending though – I found both Simplicity patterns on eBay from a seller who ships worldwide, AND it was cheaper! I can’t wait to try them out, though I’ll probably start with the skirt, as it looks the least difficult. My goal is to channel Katharine Hepburn and make a fabulous pair of high-waisted, wide-legged pants. First step is to buy some calico or muslin, as I’m far from proportionate, so there’ll be adjustments, no doubt.
So tell me! Do you sew? What are some of your favourite patterns, tips and tricks? What do you find most difficult when adjusting for fatness?
(BONUS PHOTO: I had my hair dyed blonde at the beginning of December. EXCITING! I won’t apologise for this being a webcam shot, it’s from my dailybooth stream)