The other day, after I had posted a selfie in a Slack full of friends, one of them said that I always wore such great clothes. That’s the ultimate lie of outfit blogging right there, isn’t it? This idea that we are all 100% of the time 100% put together? That we never just wear boring shit. Let me tell …
The pressure not to repeat your fatshion
The tyranny of the new Back in the day – and I mean the Livejournal days when Fatshionista was at its height and I spent a lot of time there scrolling through endless ootd posts because it was so new and revolutionary to have all of those fat people in one space – when I first started figuring out my …
Shopping at Premme makes me feel things.
Emotion When the second Beth Ditto for Evans collection launched, I was ready. I had a little bit of money I’d specifically budgeted for the international purchase, my alarm was set, and I was chatting online with other fat people who were also waiting to shop. It was weirdly electric, and even then as I sat on my couch in …
When I get dressed, it’s political.
Deja vu Maybe it’s a natural part of turning 40 to look back on being 20; the days since my birthday have felt like a long series of moments full of deja vu. When Marilyn Manson released a new single, the idea that I had woken up in some weird Groundhog Day AU of 1997 struck me and I laughed …