I mean, let's face it. I'm no Perfect Size 8. I'm a hearty, beefy Size 18. And you know what? Yes, there are times when I hate it. I wish I wasn't like this, and I wonder if being this...occupying of the limited resource of space may, you know...limit my chances of hooking a poor defenseless thing resembling a male one day.
But then, you know...there are times when I see myself in photos, or in new clothes I get, and I know that I'm a fairly nice-looking girl. Not hot - not "let's honk our horns at that piece of ASS," but...nice. Classy, even. I dress well for me, ya know?
Anyway - I was just surfing the net instead of writing my essay, as I do... (despite the fact that the deadline is rearing its fugly head,) when an email from City Chic popped up in the little MSN window-y thingie. So I casually opened it, completely unsuspecting of what lay ahead, when BAM.
...Well, not really. but sort of BAM-worthy.
City Chic, for those not in "The Know," (aka, 99.98% of ya'll...since like, 2 people read this...haha. *WAVES AT KATE AND AINA*) is a plus size store for young girls that I only recently found, and it's just...a God send. Before, I was walking past Supre stores and Roads and all those stupid little shops where the girls who serve you look at you skeptically and you have to physically go over and stand next to your skinny friend in that "I'm with her" kind of way to even justify your EXISTENCE. I found clothes, but half the time they were too old for me, or they just weren't ME, ya know? I have a style - I know what I like. I like unique, and sparkly, and just...feeling special in what I wear, ya know? And yeah...Target and that have been great, but...they weren't really doing it for me.
And then I found City Chic.
If I dared to speak against it, the clothes there ARE kinda pricey. I mean, I got two dresses from there. One was on sale, and was $15. The other one, exactly the same style, just a different colour, was $90. Yeah. I debated all day over whether to get it, and I did coz I don't have that many dresses, ya know? They were about to start calling me "Jeast" from all of my lack of skirt wearing. I mean, honestly! "In Pants We Thrust" is a motto that was never meant to be applied to me!
But other than that, I love City Chic like a fat kid loves cake. Which, you know, is entirely pertinent to this blog.
Anyway. Back to the BAM.
So yeah, I just opened my email all coolly, giving my hair a little toss for effect, when SUDDENLY....BAM.
"Search for a Plus Size Model."
At first I was like, "....OOOoooOoooooOOoo..."
And then I was like, "Who am i kidding?"
And THEN, I was like, "Now hold ON, Lolly, hold on... let's just stop and think about this, nice and calm-like...put down the weapon, now - " I joke, my munchtarts. But I read the conditions of entry all the same... (Aussie resident, between Size 14 - 24, submit one headshot and one body shot, etc...) and yeah. Seriously. What is the harm?? I have nothing to lose. And dude, the seven finalists get like, $1000 worth of clothes from this place.
DUDE.
I'm SO FREAKIN' THERE.
So yeah. I just want to finally do something that says that, yeah, I may not be perfect, but I Don't Hate the Weight. I want to do something that recognises that I'm not the Monobrow Lady From Dodgeball (thanks a lot, James. Your a prick without a dick.) I wanna do something that says, "Yep, this is what I got. And I'm okay with that."
Because seriously... it's just so nice being happy, don't you think? I hate people who don't like their selves. I mean, I empathise, but unconfidence is really sad. I don't wanna be sad no more. I wanna be a happy little Vegemite, as big as big can be! I wanna enjoy my chocolate for breakfast lunch and tea!
So yep. I'm gonna chuck two photos in, after blackmailing me some Hades to come snipsnap them. Like I said, what's the harm? If nothing happens, (which it kind of won't, I'm being realistic,) then that's cool, at least I'll have some smokin' hot pics of a Big City Chic, and her name is LOLLY.
...Well, Lauren. But up shut you will!
If any Aussie babettes are interested... http://www.citychic.com.au/ - go for your life. Just don't beat me, or we are so scheduling a smackdown.
Stay sexified, San Diego.
- Lolls.
1 comment:
Wow, so I don't think you realize how happy this blog made me. I only went here because you mentioned it on fanfic, and then I read this, and I was like, wow.
The thing is, weirdly enough, this doesn't apply to me at all. But it does apply to my friend, who is a TINY bit pudgy, and she's ridiculously jealous of my body. And yes, I am the skinny girl. And it's devastating to sit around knowing your friend is practically annorexic now (but then her Edward-esque boyfriend saved her...because, I swear to God, he is Edward in human form...it's actually kind of scary...she even resembles Bella a little..though I'm only talking about character here) and it's basically your simple presence that is the cause.
So it made me happy reading this and knowing that there are people who are perfectly comfortable with how they are. =)
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