Body positivity in fashion
My sister and I are sitting right now on multiple websites looking at plus size clothing models.
I am sample size. I have the same stats as the models on nasty gal and forever 21. My sister is real life plus size, not the “plus size” standards (ie size 9/10, no belly, just curvy) that websites like forever 21 AND EVEN TORRID (a plus size site) showcase.
My sister wants clothes that fit her body. Not a woman whose a size large in 2xl clothing.
We both agree that when stores launch plus size, they try to hard to make it vogue instead of real.
This intensely bothers both of us. Why don’t plus size women get the luxury to shop knowing the model looks like them? We “regular size” ladies get that luxury.
I guess my rant is over and I should’ve thought this through a little better, but compare modcloth’s plus size models to those on forever 21 or torrid and you tell me which one actually caters to bigger women.
12:39 pm • 23 May 2013
I got scratched up by a random cat that wandered into my friends apartment building.
I was just trying to help. Pray I don’t get rabies.
12:37 am • 23 May 2013
“Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.”
— (via fuckoff-mondays)
(Source: alienveins, via campbelltoe)
12:25 am • 22 May 2013 • 14,687 notes
When I’d noticed you’d fallen asleep I couldn’t help but smile.
You’re absolutely adorable.
12:21 am • 22 May 2013
Taylor Swift + Being her HBIC self at Billboard Music Awards 2013
11:29 pm • 20 May 2013 • 16,487 notes
I would like to bleed some words out tonight
But I’m in so much pain that I’m going to sit in my shower with the water running and just sob from exhaustion first. If I don’t pass out asleep directly after, I’ll be back.
10:21 pm • 20 May 2013 • 1 note
why did the pop punk kid cross the road
to get out of this town
12:18 pm • 20 May 2013 • 8,712 notes
“I wish I wrote the way I thought
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should”
— Benedict Smith, “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via growing-orbits)
11:58 pm • 17 May 2013 • 21,477 notes
You got in my skin and ripped me open from the inside out. You clawed your way through my bones and tore my veins apart.
Nothing is right now that you’re gone but I want to rebuild this battered body.
11:15 pm • 16 May 2013