So, Missy and I were IM’ing about the stuff I’ve been talking about lately, and I told Missy something I want to stop doing is judging big girls for wearing clothes that show more than I think is appropriate.
I mean, who the fuck do I think I am judging a girl for wearing size 26 booty shorts? If she feels good, what does it matter to me what she’s wearing? (Although, I do want to know where she found the damn things in her size.)
And I’m like that about a LOT of clothing options for fat chicks. Stuff that wouldn’t bother me in the least on a thin person will make me sideeye a fat girl in a hot minute. HOW IS THAT OKAY?
Isn’t that effectively saying, “Well, I know I said errybody should be happy in their own skin and say EFF SOCIETY’S STANDARDS, but I didn’t really mean you should, like, APPLY that to your clothing choices!!!”?
And really, who am I to judge anyone for what they wear? I roll out in pajama pants on a regular basis. I’m generally found in a t-shirt and yoga pants (when I’m feeling like I have to get dressed). Who made me the fashion police?
What it comes down to I think is my own discomfort with my body. I won’t let myself wear some stuff because I’m OMG TOO BIG, so I get jealous when I see big girls who are like, “IDGAF. I’m hot.” I want to drag them down to my level, y’know?
On the other hand, as much as it sucks, society does have standards, and people will judge. So, how far should a person go to protect themselves from that? Well, honestly? Right now I’m thinking “Fuck that. Wear what makes you feel beautiful/sexy/whatever. If other people don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”
However, let me say this - stop with the booty shorts, bitches. Fat, thin, I don’t care. Stop it. I don’t want to see your ass cheeks unless I’m about to nail you like I’m holding Thor’s hammer, okay? So keep that shit put away. Heh.
P.S. I really must thank my beloved Mel for leading me to so many sites about body acceptance. I feel very empowered by all of this. Mostly, I feel like I must stop putting things on hold ‘til I can buy them in a certain size. I mean, let’s face it - my body is never going to be perfect, no matter how much I weigh. (My dad’s genetic input leads to thick trunk with itty bitty appendages. Us Petersons are truly apple-shaped folks.) So it’s time to wear sundresses and cute t-shirts and whatever else I want. HOW YA LIKE THEM APPLES, WORLD?