Why should someone have to "dress for her shape"? Does she have some obligation to please your/any other random person's eye? NO! She can wear whatever she pleases because it's her body to flaunt as she pleases! It's a shame how judgmental you are.
Let’s take a moment to recognize the fact I openly shared my thoughts as MYSELF for everyone to identify who the opinion belongs to on a page where I am open about my faults, good points, and in betweens while you decided to hide and share your opinion anonymously…..
Ok, now that that’s understood and digested, I shall proceed.
1) Anon, bye. If she has enough confidence to exhibit herself and style for what/who it/she is, I highly doubt the opinion of the internet shall change her style. My opinion on style and fashion is mine. When you put yourself out there, you accept the fact that you will get all types of opinions, not just praise.
2)Who the hell said she can’t wear what she wants to wear?………..,huh? She obviously already did so that boat has already sailed and you obviously missed it. My page exhibits my opinion. My opinion is obviously not welcome by you because you are someone who, demonstrated by your response to my opinion and POV, believes you can only praise someone and if you give anything other than that, it’s automatically marked as “negativity”, “hate”, or as you like to say, being “judgmental”. Calm your tits, dude.
3)I know people who feel the same way as I do. A lot of those people usually only admit to feeling the same way I do when someone else expresses it first. That person being me in this case. The only reason why they dont admit it at first s because they’re afraid of running into people who believe they’re being “negative” or “judgmental” when i fact, we’re just expressing our truth. As a plus-sized female, I’m tired of people clinging to ANYTHING plus-size no matter how frumpy, tacky, or uncomplimentary it may be simply because we’re led to believe there’s a lack of fashionable resources/garments out there for us. Today, that is all wrong. We are on the up and up and we no longer have to cling to just anything plus-sized we find. We don’t have to be thristy for the plus-size anymore. We are fashionable beings. Not just frump toads that have to accept anything we’re given. That was my point as you obviously already read. I utilized this chick as an example. An example to remind us that we don’t have to accept everything just because it’s handed to us. Aka just because a plus-size chick ..shit, wears clothes, doesnt automatically mean she’s fashionable or even did the outfit justice.
4) The outfit is an example of an outfit that would work on a skinnier girl. Point blank period. The leggings don’t compliment her shape AT ALL. We can’t just take what’s given to us just bc it’s given to us…We have to recognize the fact that not all garments work on all shapes and sizes. I know a lot of plus-sized women agree with me when I say that and are annoyed when they see other plus-sized women giving us a bad name by taking “skinny garments” in plus sizes and throwing them on. AKA not utilizing garments that compliment our shape.
Lastly, to answer your question, “Why should someone have to dress for her shape?” Because you’ll look frumpy and/or tacky with a huge helping of making us plus-sized chicks a bad rap in the fashion world.
It’s obviously all my opinion. We all have our own brains. At the end of the day, my opinion can be considered or disregarded. Some will relate, some will disagree. Either way, I don’t give a fuck because I’m going to share it anyways.
PS: If the chick who I used as an example actually reads this, I hope you are unlike this anon individual and realize fashion is subjective and you simply exemplified something I see in the plus-size fashion world that I felt I needed to point out. Once again, if she has a blog, pretty sure she knows by now that you’re going to get different opinions. I’m not even hating. I’m just not 100% praising and simply pointed something out that was more so neutral than anything. It’s not all black and white, there are grey areas.
PPS: Anon, do you have the balls to back your opinion up with your identity or are you going to continue to hide while I openly share mine, tangibly?
The wait kills the intelligent Patience only last for so long It’s hard to identify him When you can’t identify yourself Who is he? What does he want in life? What type of person is he? Does he want kids? Will he be compassionate? Protective and territorial? Caring and thoughtful? Not a pussy? Willing to admit his flaws? Willing to work forward to a better tomorrow? A better us? Alone and together? When finding him you find he. He that does not open doors He that is selfish He that is not a man He that speaks to Eve like she’s Adam. He who takes but does not give. He who is dishonest I don’t want a pussy Please be a man Know you are human But don’t run with that fact. I want to build a home. A family. A home created by our embrace. Our compassion and drive. Our care for one another. I got your back, you got mine. And yet, as I grow, I figure out what I want. I shall stick to myself. You will come. No doubt about that. You’re out there doing something for yourself and God. So I let you have your freedom as I would if I knew you. We are 2 individuals Not quite ready to link up. We both have some growing to do. Don’t worry, I exist.
I didn’t fall in love with his smile when I met him. It did make me happy inside though. As happy as a stranger’s smile can make you. I didn’t believe it though. I thought it was fake. That was the guard speaking. How I wish I could take that veil down.
We didn’t have a love. We had a I-like-you, you’re-cool, you-make-me-smile, i-want-you that capsized and turned into a I-care-for-past-all-the-bullshit. We fucked. But fucking is for, strictly sex? We were in an in-like whirlwind. I remember his smile. Nothing fake about it. Completely genuine from the start. Which still scared me.
Layng on his lap. Looking up at his smile. His tooth slightly out of position. But you could only know that from this position. You have to appreciate the view from this position to notice. Otherwise, it’s a hidden gem in plain view.
What I loved most about his smile was the fact that I was the one who was able to make him smile. I was the reason why. I was able to make him happy and carefree. No. This is not an attachment story of lost love. It’s not “love”. That’s for Hollywood and fairytales. This is reality. We may never fall.
But yet, even though I made him smile so genuinely, we still fucked. It didn’t feel personal. It felt carnal. He still cared. I see that now. But he hid it so well with his own veil.
He left me. Abandoned me. Or as he sees it when it works for him, I abandoned him. I didn’t love him. I really liked him. My feelings were budding. My garden is known for not nurturing most seeds… I was sincerely hurt.
Outside of the painting, I can see what I wanted was there all along. I still can’t believe I have the opportunity to have what I know I want. There’s a genuineness to it. There’s growth. There is no “in love”. There is definitely the midnight fights, the Do-you-know-I-care-about-you-,-genuinely?, can-you-handle-who-I-am? ……
The fights don’t make who we are. He still stands. I still stand. “I didn’t know how to fit you into my life so I stepped back”. The broken….feeling helped to create something new. Or maybe just create the base. I’m not in love. I’m in care. Genuine, care. I rather have that any day. I don’t want IT. I want you. You essence. Who you are. I want to grow with that day to day. If we stop, it just is. It will be another day. Even though, I can only imagine if things continue, it will be a hurt day. I look forward to that chance. My heart is beating, right?