fat girl fashion

Legwarmers = bulging thigh girl superhero for the fat girl

Here is an example of a pair of legwarmers. Reminder, if I wore these they would hit just above my knees....very sexy

Here is an example of a pair of legwarmers. If I wore these they would hit just above my knees....very sexy

Last night as I was  waiting for the fierce blizzard that never came but kept me up all night, I was thinking about appropriate, fashionable items for someone my size to wear during the winter.   There was a time when I didn’t think of these things at all, but alas one day on the way to work I looked at myself in a glass storefront window and the bottom back of my skirt was safely tucked into the waist of my long underwear.  Yes, my ass was hanging out for not just a walk to work from the el, but the walk from home to the el and an entire train ride.  How did I not notice, you may ask?  Layering my friends, much layering.  By the way, thanks to those of you who saw me and said nothing.  Anyway, as I think about that faux pas, I start to go through winter wardrobe do’s and don’ts for us big chicks. 

Coat?  Yes, that is acceptable clothing.  And I say for Chicago winters, any shape size is a go.  Stadium, puffy, short, ski, go for it.

Sweater?  Yep, that is too, acceptable.

Gloves?  OOOHHH getting getting risque, maybe mittens. 

Legwarmers?   Ye….yes, I said legwarmers.   So here is the nitty gritty truth of the matter.  I LOVE legwarmers, especially the styles (are they really?) of legwarmers I see the 20 somethings out there wearing on my way to the train.  How convenient as well, I bet they really keep those calves warm…oohh I am jealous.  But here is my question.  I am 5 ‘ 3″ tall.  You figure a pair of legwarmers are at least a foot high.  On me that comes to my knees.  Combine that with a sweater on top and jeans on the bottom and I am essentially bulging thigh girl in leg warmers.  Mind you, I have tried none of this out.  I am simply trying to sort through appropriate cold weather gear waiting for the blizzard.   Here is my decision. 

On some days, what you wear and how you look never matter, at least to the people that I know and even to the citizens of Chicago who watched me prance around with my ass hanging out in the long underwear.  Those days, I may be able to get away with legwarmers.  Most days though, I think I would just look like BULGING THIGH GIRL THE SUPERHERO!!!.  But you know what, even if I did, at least I’d be warm.  I also bet someone out there would be checking out my legwarmers thinking….”legwarmers?  I just love legwarmers.”

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Short Fat Girl gets short short hair

I have wanted short hair for a long time now.  Very short hair.  Last week, a girlfriend told me she had seen a woman at the pool with my build (aka fat) and my face (aka round and full moonish) with a short little boy haircut and it looked awesome.  I was so excited to hear this.  You see, I am of the “you can’t have short hair if you are fat” generation.  I don’t know if our mothers told us that, our peers, our hairdressers or who, but I felt inspired.  The next day, I did some research online about fat girls with short haircuts.  I found a few blogs, some web pages for weight loss….interesting how that always seems to pop up when I type fat……and I finally found this entry on the Shapely Prose (lol your fat)blog.  She struggles to find a person who will cut her hair and not give her grief.  Check out her head gals…she rocks.  So, I drum up all of my strength and make an appointment at a local salon.  I am completely prepared to go tete a tete with anyone who might comment on my size vs. the size of my hair.  I mean, how much of my fat does my hair really cover up anyway? 

I go to the salon armed with a printout of the entire blog about her haircut, plus her photo.   Leo washes my hair and asks what I want to do with my hair today.  I tell him I want to cut it all off.  Leo proceeds to tell me how great I am going to look with short hair.  That my hair is going to be like art.  Then, he puts his hands around his head, like they are earmuffs and says….”What do you think this is doing for you anyway?”  He is referring to the curls that bush from my head. 

Since I got the haircut about a million compliments.  Only three “negatives”.  I think people are confused about who I am with this new do!!!  I’ll post a photo tonight. 

Till then.  Call me pixie!!!

This is my short fat haircut

This is my short fat haircut

Self acceptance tricks….

REVOLUTION UNDERWAY

This has been an unbelievable experience.  I can’t tell you how great it is to know I am not in this game of self blah-ness alone.  Check this out,  first, I am getting tons of feedback from athletes of all sizes who are interested in getting workout clothes.  I keep forwarding our news onto the owner of Run Chicago.  When he tells me the clothes are there, let’s plan to storm the store.  

Second, I had a conversation with my girlfriends this weekend about this whole idea of self acceptance.  One is the same girl I mention in an earlier post.  A point I was pursuing is this….this ever unreachable goal thing.  Saying, if I could only lose weight, I’ll be happier.  (you know what I am talking about)  I asked them flat out if they knew of anyone who made a change like losing weight and actually said they felt better about themselves.  Nope, not one.  The changes that make us feel better are the changes we make about the way we feel about ourselves today.  I am on the path, but I at least can see it this time, like the Brady kids in the Hawaiian cave, I can see the path.  Self acceptance is exactly that.  We have to do it ourselves.  I have started a little internal battle that I believe the side of the light is going to win. 

Here it is….”SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  That’s right, “SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  Every time a negative thought enters my brain about myself (others are still fair game, I need to continue to be snide) I tell myself to shut up.  I have been working on this all week.  It isn’t easy, but I seem to be saying it a little less frequently than I was last week at this time.  Give it a try, you might be surprised how often you knock yourself down.