When Mookie came to stay over a month ago she left me with a bunch of clothes to do outfit posts with, and this is one of the dresses she kindly lent me. It's good timing as I'm quite skint - James and I hope to buy our first home this year, and I'm feeling quite anti the evil influence of big brands anyway. Any money I do have I'm spending on select pieces from American indie sellers. I'm done pushing the interests of millionaires. I'd sooner support plus size women who make clothes for other plus size women, or at least straight sized women who try to get it.
Although I'm much bigger than Mookie in the waist and hips, we're a similar size on top. Me because my back is very wide, and Mookie because she has bounteous bazookas.
I'm busting out some moves in a couple of these shots. :)
The dress is from Yours and I didn't even look to see what size it is, but I presume it's a 26/28 as that's the biggest size it comes in. Mookie's had it a while, but it's still available to buy.
My bloody face! Ha. |
Black & ivory floral lace dress, Yours Clothing
Red jersey cardi, past season Yours Clothing
Leggings, Very
Shoes, past Everything 5 Pounds
Mookie and I are going to swap clothes again in the future (but because I'm a doofus I forgot to send her away with some of my clothes other than the ones I gave her to keep). It's a great way of refreshing our wardrobes without spending any money.
I'm aiming to get back to the kind of blog I had before I became a person who thought I *should* do XYZ to be a good blogger. I looked at my blog from a couple of years ago when I thrifted or swapped lots of clothes, re wore things endlessly and didn't compare myself to my peers so much, and I looked a lot happier. That became a real problem for me last year. I never felt like anything I did was good enough, and I even lost the joy of getting dressed for myself. I've found myself with dozens of dresses in my wardrobe, and next to nothing for casual wear, because bloggers wear dresses and do certain things, you know? It's the law, lol. You feel you have to do, to be certain things. And I got caught up in it. And that's me, 5 years into reading plus size blogs and fat activism blogs, and blogging & reading blogs made me feel worse about myself, not better. So how does the ordinary woman feel when she reads blogs, if she's like me? Mind blown. So I'm going to wind back the clock a while and just poodle along in my own lane posting more about living in my fat body than selling millionaire's clothing ranges.
Leah xoxo
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