Some loser is stealing the pictures of fat women and posting them with fake dating profiles on a Facebook page called BBWSingles999. I recognized a few other people after I reported the pictures I found of myself, I suggest you all do the same! #solidarity
Wow. There’s a bunch of faces on here that I recognize that I highly doubt their pictures are being used with permission. If you’re a fatshion blogger you might want to check to make sure your image isn’t being used in some elaborate catfish scam.
I am sure you look bomb as hell in your shorts and rompers. GET IT.
I am on hiatus pretty much forever or until there quits being creepos on the internet, but I’m super glad you sent this message.
Keep being fly.
I haven’t posted on here in a while. Because too many blogs where reblogging my stuff and making me feel really gross.
BBW “appreciation” blogs, fat fetish blogs, porn blogs, people just straight up stealing my images and removing all context or credit: you all make me feel really gross.
And I just don’t want to open myself up to that anymore, so I’m not sure I’m even going to keep this blog active at all. Which bums me out because for a while it was a really wonderful way to celebrate myself and other people who inspire me. I love the body acceptance community, I love the fat babes of Tumblr who rock what they wanna rock and say fuck it to the haters. I love love love that about you guys. And I’ll keep following your blogs because seeing that stuff makes me really happy.
But I’m just not in a good head space these days to feel routinely violated for daring to post a picture of myself in a blouse and skirt. It’s really sad.
Ugh. Please don’t delete my words when you reblog my photos. Like, thanks for digging on them but I wrote things for a reason. Makes me feel weird when the pictures are stripped of context.
Sunshine and stuff
girl, what. you are perfect.
When I feel crappy, I dress extra cute.
Top and skirt are both Forever21. Shoes are thrifted Seychelles.
Off on an adventure into the Vegas desert.
My little ewok and I say May the Fourth Be With You!
I work with such a wonderful collection of scary intelligent, neurotically ambitious women. I just had to show them off!
Today we attended a charity luncheon that provides clothes to homeless women looking to reenter the workforce. It was a Kentucky Derby themed affair.
I’m on the far right in a thrifted hand made cotton dress and Target cardigan.
It’s moments like these that I feel really grateful to work for an all woman office that believes in community outreach and feminist issues. My bosses are amazing and dedicated women who spoil the living shit out of their staff.
Hey guys! I’m going through my closet and clearing out stuff I’m never going to wear. These are all nice things that just either don’t fit quite right on me or for whatever reason just end up kicking in the back of my closet for months on end.
I’ll have more stuff in a few days/weeks, but this is the first round for now.
By the way this stuff is still for sale. Except the mint flats which I have decided I can’t live without and have been wearing for the past two weeks non stop.