What I Wore: June 9 2013

I’m trying something new, here. In looking at my stats, a lot of traffic gets driven to my blog by people searching things like “what to wear when you’re fat” and “cute clothes for fat girls” and so on and so forth.

So I decided that I should photograph what I wear and post it up here, so that when people google “what to wear when you’re fat” and land on my site, they can see what I am wearing, and maybe get some inspiration.

It literally goes against every fibre of my being to pose for photos and post them on the internet (as opposed to posting candid photos from a party or event), but I am going to do it anyway so please be kind 🙂

Firstly, this is what I wore last night, June 9th 2013, to Plastic nightclub in the city to watch my best friend’s band play a show. It was pretty rad but then I went home because I am hurtling speedily towards middle age and I wanted a cup of tea and a biscuit.

This is What I Wore:

June 9 2013

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Wet look peplum top from City Chic.
Sequin skirt from Asos Curve.
Reflective bag and baroque necklace from Sportsgirl.
Suede-look platform boots from Kmart.


Just in case you didn’t know, Adele is awesome.

“I read a comment on YouTube that I thought would upset me ‘Test pilot for pies’ — but I’ve always been a size 14-16 and been fine with it. I would only lose weight if it affected my health or sex life, which it doesn’t.”

Adele, via Huffington Post

Sing it, sister!

Dear Fat Teenage Girl

At the start of October, I was visiting Sydney with my family for my cousin’s 40th birthday. Before the party, my good friend Helen from Hells Bells came to join us for lunch. Helen is (amongst many other things), a piano and voice teacher. She told me a story about a student of hers, a girl of about 14, who is fat and worried that boys are never going to like her because of it. Helen told her about me, my rad fat self and my two boyfriends, and showed her my writing. So I decided to write her (and every other fat teenage girl out there), a little open letter.

Dear Fat Teenage Girl,

All your friends look SO pretty in their denim miniskirts and tight tank tops. Boys look at them at the train station after school, and they hitch up their school skirts to show off more of their legs. You would never dream of doing that. Nobody wants to see your huge thighs in a miniskirt, or your flabby belly and canteen lady arms in a tank top. When you get to the station after school, it feels like everyone is whispering about you and your ill-fitting school uniform as you walk past.

When you go to parties, all your friends end up making out with a boy, but you sit on the couch with your single Bacardi Breezer wondering if boys would like you more if you lost ten kilograms. In the summer, when there’s a pool party, or a beach trip, everyone else wears a bikini but you wear a long t-shirt over your swimsuit and wrap a towel around your waist as soon as you get out of the water.

You bury yourself in books and focus on your schoolwork so you have an excuse about why you aren’t dating anybody. You have crushes, but you never ask anyone out because why would someone want to date you? All your friends are dating but you’re not, and you tell yourself that you’re OK with that because you’re really committed to your schoolwork, even though what you really want is someone special in your life too.

On school holidays, when you go out with your friends to go shopping and see a movie, all your friends buy cute clothes from Sportsgirl and Supre and Forever New. While your friends are trying on skinny jeans and summer party dresses, you browse the accessories, because the only things from Sportsgirl that will fit you are shoes, earrings, headscarves and cute handbags and purses. You walk past the one or two stores that cater to plus-sized women, partly because you’re ashamed, and partly because you know that they won’t have anything in stock that suits you, because you’re not frumpy and middle-aged.

You wear a lot of black tights and shapeless dresses and big baggy jumpers and loose jeans – partly to hide your body shape, and partly because there’s nothing in the stores that both fits you AND that you like. You cruise op shops to find basic skirts and tops that will fit you that you can jazz up with all the accessories you buy when your friends are buying clothes. Someone told you once that horizontal stripes don’t look good on fat girls so you pass over that cute striped skirt that fits you in favour of a plain black one.

It’s so frustrating, isn’t it? You just want to be like everyone else; you want to wear cute clothes, and goof off at the beach in a skimpy swimsuit, you want boys (or girls!) to notice you and want to ask you out, and you want to invite someone special to your year 10 formal.

Well, much like Dan Savage does for gay kids, I’m here to tell you it gets better, fat teenage girl. It gets better.

I was like you when I was a teenager – in fact, all of the scenarios above are my very own experiences. I cared so, so much about what everyone else thought of me. I worried that boys didn’t like me as much as I liked them (which was A LOT, I was a boy crazy teenager), I could never find anything cute to wear outside of op-shops, and it was very annoying having to alter and adjust EVERY SINGLE THING I bought in order to get it to fit me. It was all just so frustrating – I worried that I would never feel comfortable with who I was.

But guess what? It gets better. It really, truly does. (And please forgive me, I’m about to go heteronormative here – as someone who is very firmly straight, I can only speak from my own experience). Whether you lose the weight or not is irrelevant – what matters is how you feel about yourself. If you truly believe that you’re the sort of girl that boys like, then you WILL be the sort of girl that boys like. And of course, fat teenage girl, if you you’re a lesbian, or if you think you might maybe be into girls more than boys, or if you think you might like girls and boys equally, or if you haven’t decided yet, that statement applies to you too. If you believe you’re the sort of girl that people of your preferred sexual identity will like, then you will be the sort of girl that people of your preferred sexual identity will like.

Somewhere around the time that I was 17, I decided that I just didn’t care anymore about what people thought of me. I decided I wasn’t going to try to be anybody else than who I was. I was going to do my own things. I was going to wear whatever clothes I wanted. I was going to buy the things I liked and that made ME feel good to wear, (which were not always the things that looked good on me). Fuck flattering, I thought. Fuck hiding every part of my body. Fuck the society that was telling me that as a fat girl I was ugly, that I was not sexy, that I was not worthy of attention, that I must hide myself and minimise my size and take up less space. Fuck all that.

I started wearing clothes I liked, and that made me feel good. I started walking straighter and taller. I started laughing louder, talking more to strangers, flirting with people. It wasn’t easy and it took a while, because at first I had to pretend I felt good and was confident, until eventually I legitimately felt good and was confident.

Somewhere around the time I was 17, I started going out with my first boyfriend. Now, I know better than anyone that correlation doesn’t equal causation, but I am also not entirely convinced that these were two completely unrelated events. At about that same time, other boys started getting interested in me as well. Now, I am certainly not saying here that I was fighting off teenage boys as if I was Megan Fox at a Transformers premiere, but I did for a while have a couple of boys interested in spending time with me for reasons other than my love of Star Wars and video games.

Since then, life has just gotten better and better for me. I am in love with two men (two!) who love me not because, or in spite of, but WHILE I am fat. There are plenty of men out there who actively seek out fat women as partners because they prefer the way fat women look and feel, in much the same way that there are men who seek out slim women, or blonde women, or women of Asian descent. There are plenty of men out there who love fat women in spite of the fact that they are fat – men who ordinarily wouldn’t seek out a fat woman as a partner but who have met and fallen in love with a fat woman. But both of my current boyfriends love me while I am fat. In other words, they didn’t choose to ask me out because I was fat, and they didn’t fall in love with me even though I was fat. They just love me, and I am fat. Like those two things exist separately, and converge in my relationships.

These are all valid relationship models – I am certainly not promoting one over the other. There’s nothing wrong with being loved because you are fat, just as there is nothing is wrong with being loved even though you are fat, just as there is nothing wrong with being loved while you are fat.

I wear impossibly high heels, and I wear short skirts without stockings, and I wear strapless and sleeveless dresses. I wear tight clothes and low cut tops and stockings attached to suspender belts. I drink beer and I flirt with men and I dance with little regard for who’s watching or what I look like. I live my life by my rules, and I am loved by my friends and loved by men who love me for who I am. I unashamedly take up space. My body is political. I am fat, and I am present, and I refuse to hide my shape under baggy, shapeless clothing. I refuse to use Spanx to mould myself into a more acceptable shape. I refuse to change myself, to conform the expectations of the society we live in. I will not hide.

What I am trying to say here, dear fat teenage girl, is that it gets better. You won’t always feel like you don’t quite fit in. You won’t always feel frumpy and confused about what you should wear. You won’t always feel like no boys (or girls!) like you. You won’t always feel unloveable.  You’re at a crossroads, right now. Right now you feel like nobody will ever love you, that you’ll never look cute in clothes the way your friends do. But you’re not always going to feel that way. Clothing for fat women is getting better and better, slowly but surely – better quality, better style, more affordable, and if you’re straight and into men, you will find that there are millions (MILLIONS!) of men out there who will think you are beautiful and many who will fall in love with you when they get to know you. I am sure, also, that if you’re a lesbian and into women, you’ll find that the same thing applies.

Don’t fall for the trope that only the skinny girl gets to fall in love. Hollywood (and before that, fairytales) has been selling you a false bill of goods, and there are lots of fat women out there on the internet, writing about how they are both fat and rad, writing about the great clothes they wear, and writing about their lovers and husbands and wives and girlfriends and boyfriends. I would like to draw your attention particularly to the writing of Melissa McEwan at Shakesville, a woman I really admire for her smarts and her jokes and her great big heart and her dedication to her work. Particularly I enjoy this article she wrote on the occasion of her tenth wedding anniversary with her husband Iain, entitled Ten.

Love is incredible, and frustrating, and rewarding, and when you find it you will wonder why you ever doubted that you would.

Fall in love with yourself first, and all else will follow.

All my love,


Further to my Leisel Jones post earlier…

In response to some tweets I have been getting (from someone who can’t read sarcasm), I would like to point out that I don’t actually think that Leisel Jones is fat.
I think she looks lovely. I was using sarcasm to reflect the hatefulness of the Fairfax article back onto itself.

Are we clear?

Leisel Jones Is Fat

Leisel Jones in in London for her 4th Olympic Games, the first Australian swimmer to achieve such a feat. She has won eight medals on the Olympic stage since her first Games at the age of 14, in Sydney. She has set world records in the 100 and 200m breaststroke on numerous occasions, in some cases breaking the record that she herself had set. She is, by all measures, one of Australia’s finest athletes.

And she’s fat.

Oh god, stop the presses. A 26 year old woman has hips and a belly.

A grubby piece of reporting at the above link, complete with a gallery of photographs of Liesel bending over, sitting cross-legged on the floor, standing next to Kenrick Monk and Stephanie Rice, and doing her stretches. Thrown in for good measure are some photographs of her modelling a completely different swimsuit in 2008, which we can look at and compare the slim, svelte Liesel of then, to the huge heifer of today. If you wish, you may also compare Leisel to Kenrick Monk and Stephanie Rice, because don’t you know all swimmers are meant to have THE SAME BODY?? Oh you didn’t? Maybe you haven’t been reading Fairfax news today.

A great big steaming FUCK YOU to the mainstream media.

Leisel Jones is an athlete, and a damn good one at that. She’s also a 26 year old woman, and has, from what I can tell, a perfectly normal body for a 26 year old female athlete. She’s not the tiny little 14 year old that she was 12 years ago in Sydney, and nobody should expect her to be. This sort of grubby reporting is what’s responsible for the self esteem and body image issues that young women have. Are you TRYING to incite eating disorders, Fairfax?

“Some feel that Jones is not in the best shape and is treating London as a farewell tour, not taking it as seriously as she had the previous three Games, where she won a total of eight medals.”

“Some feel?” Who are these “some”? Or are you just making things up as you go along, Fairfax? It’s not enough to take a low swipe at a successful athlete, you have to muddy it even further with ugly speculation and hearsay?

Her coach says:

‘She’s a different sort of athlete. She’s not a 14 or 15-year-old girl who is doing 10 really hard sessions a week. She’s probably at the end of her swimming career. She’s been doing nine sessions a week, and two gym sessions a week coming into this, and we were really happy with her from coming off Santa Clara [in California, where she swam faster than she did at Olympic trials].”

The lady GOT INTO THE OLYMPICS. They don’t just let you in because you’ve been to lots of other Olympics. You have to qualify, which means you have to meet a certain benchmark. If Leisel’s body shape truly impacted on her ability to swim, she’d not be at her fourth Olympic Games.

Leisel says:

“The fourth Olympics was more important to me than medal tallies…The fourth Olympics was the one that was unique and was mine and that was more important to me, because that showed longevity, and longevity and integrity are probably two things that are more important to me…I’m just proud I’m here because this has been probably the toughest journey, the last four years.”

Integrity. Something that Leisel Jones has in spades and that the mainstream media seems to be SORELY lacking these days.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Rape] Fat women are treated as utterly undesirable in our culture [and] are often turned into a ‘bizarre’ fetish object. The result is that fat women are told to be grateful for any sexual attention they receive from anyone, whether they themselves find that person sexually appealing or not. In other words, even more than your average women, fat women are only allowed to be occasional objects of desire and are regularly denied their right to have and pursue sexual desires of their own.


That way of thinking becomes very dangerous when sexual violence is mixed in. When fat women are raped, they’re often told they should be grateful that anyone wanted them, or, alternatively, disbelieved because it doesn’t seem plausible that anyone would want them ‘enough to rape them.’ These arguments not only rely on the dangerous myth that rape is about uncontrollable sexual desire (it’s not), but also propagate the message that fat women’s bodies aren’t valuable enough to the culture for their violation to be taken seriously.


Jaclyn Friedman, What You Really Really Want: The Smart Girl’s Shame-Free Guide to Sex and Safety (via khaleesi)

Word, sister.



They all weigh 150lbs

They ALL weigh 150lbs. THEY ALL WEIGH 150 LBS. Now can we please start treating body weight like the damn complex, personalized issue that it really is?

Oh my god, for serious.

They ALL weigh 150lbs. THEY ALL WEIGH 150 LBS. Now can we please start treating body weight like the damn complex, personalized issue that it really is?

Oh my god, for serious.


I was born into a world where fat girls are outlaws, living on the outskirts of society: a band of lawless revolutionaries, fighting against myopic standards of beauty and archaic forms of femininity. A world where we are like Thelma and Louise meets Che Guevara, the stuff of fantasies and legend. We populate the masturbatory thoughts of millions. We are corporeal anarchists. We are the sensualists, the plus size queens. We are the flag-bearers in a turgidly anti-pleasure society.


Oh, but this is not a matter of “glorifying” obesity. Glorifying obesity would take multiple TV shows depicting fat folks riding unicorns and devouring warm pies whilst counting the bags of money they’ve gained from being fat. Indeed, if simply putting fat people on television was enough to “glorify” obesity, then The Biggest Loser should have done the trick years ago. It hasn’t, because The Biggest Loser is a show built on the humiliation and punishment (self-inflicted or otherwise) of fat people. When we say that putting fat people on television will “glorify” their bodies, what we really mean is that we are uncomfortable giving fat people any attention that is not overtly negative. Because fat people need to be told: don’t be fat. Being fat means you are not entitled to a normal life. Being fat means you are not entitled to love. Being fat means you are not entitled to humanity, much less dignity.

“Fat girls are easy”

“I bet she’d give a good blow job, fat girls have to work harder”

“Try picking her up mate, she’d just be grateful for the attention”

“Fat girls are better in bed because they have to compensate for being fat”

“Fat girls are easy”

Myths about fat girls and sex abound. We’re bombarded by messages that fat girls don’t like sex, that they only do it because they’re grateful for the attention, that they’re better at blow jobs because they’re always hungry, that they’re up for anything because they don’t have the looks or self-esteem to keep a partner interested and have to work harder at the physical.

I think the myth I find most baffling is the fat girl = better blow jobs myth. Fat girls and slim girls are equally as likely to be skilled or not skilled at various sexual activities. And the reasons given for this myth are just as odd: “she has to work harder”, “she’s always hungry”. This sort of leads into the “low self-esteem” myth – that we have to compensate for our disgusting fatness by being really good at blow jobs. Please. I am good at giving head because I work at it and I enjoy pleasuring my partner – I do it because I like it, not because I want him to like me.

Then there’s that whole bit about how fat girls are just glad for the attention. Really? So you actually think you’ve got a better chance of picking a fat girl because you think she hates herself enough to go home with you? What does that say about your self-image? This myth does NOBODY any favours at all.

Also, while that may be true for SOME of the population, it’s not limited just to fat girls. There are plenty of skinny girls out there with terrible self-esteem who are just glad of the attention too. In fact, in my experience I know more fat girls who think they are awesome and worthy of more than a grope from some drunk bro in a bar than fat girls who hate themselves and will give it away to the first person who offers.

All these myths play into the ultimate myth that all fat girls hate themselves because they’re fat. That all fat girls hate being fat, and would do anything to change it. Guess what? Many fat girls like being fat. We like the way we look and the way we feel. We like it when our partners tell us they like how soft and squishy we are, and we like it when our partners comment on how confident and sexy we are.

Sexy and fat aren’t mutually exclusive, and myths about fat girls and sex do as much a disservice to the fat girls they refer to as they do to the guys perpetuating the myths. Are you really that insecure in yourself that you feel the need to “take pity” on a fat girl?

I don’t need or want your pity. I’d much rather have a partner who is totally into fucking me because he likes the way I look, the way I feel and how smart and confident I am. And I’d bet my overdrawn bank account that I am not the only fat girl who feels this way, and who has lots of fun, sharing, consensual, enjoyable sex because of it.