OOTD: Fatshion February
I haven’t participated in the fabulous Fatshion February nearly as much as I had planned to. As such, I’d might as well go out with a bang.
I look back on myself a year ago, and remember a time when I was terrified of my own visibility. I remember wearing jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies in the middle of July. I remember shoving myself into spanx, adhering to a wardrobe of ‘slimming colors’, and raging against my own image in the mirror. It was a time when I followed the artificially imposed ‘rules’- No horizontal stripes, no sundresses, no leggings, no prints, no bright colors, no swimsuits, no tank tops- and ignored my own aesthetic.
Now, I say fuck that.
I’ve found my happiness, and I’m not about to hide it.