Full Figured Fashion Week: But First, Let Me Take A Selfie

I’ve discussed in detail before, on my previous blog, how I am not a real fan of pictures.

In an effort to see myself as others do, I have made an effort to photograph myself more, and let myself be seen. Smile.

Although smiling is still pretty weird for me, I make an effort to do it more. I tend to always look unhappy when I’m not, and I want to be more expressive.

It’s all part of the evolution. 🙂

So, without further ado:

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This was when I went to the sample sale last Thursday. I used the Stila Dare to Bare Palette, Black Sheep Cosmetics Berry Lipstick (bright blue), and a Revlon pink gloss.

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So, this is a sneaky peek at an upcoming post (Thursday!), but this is from the Eloquii trunk show I attended. Same palette with a now discontinued brown lippy from Sephora. I love how my brows turned out here ( I did a different method than usual. Worth the extra effort!) Would y’all be interested in a tutorial? Remember, the YouTube Channel drops next month!

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And finally, this is from last Saturday’s fashion show look. I used a now discontinued ( 😦 ) Urban Decay palette (it’s hard to see in both pics, but I have on green shadow) and Maybelline’s Color Sensational Elixir in Mauve Mystique.

I pretty much did a relatively neutral palette on my face, because my outfits were so colorful. Where are those outfits, you say? You’ll see them coming up with  part one of the fashion show recap! 🙂

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Fatshion Friday: My Favorite Shirt

Last summer, I went to a couple of events for Full Figured Fashion Week. I went to a sample sale, and I browsed the tables and got to meet some of the designers. I happened to run by Nicole Grier’s table. She is super sweet, and she owns a line named Feminine Funk. Her designs are so cute! I had to pick up a shirt. And the one I purchased, I wear at least once a week. Either while lounging, going out for the day, running to the bodega…

And the saying on the front? Gold!

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If you got a problem with my hips, I feel bad for you son.

I got 99 problems but my curves ain’t one..

I always feel like a true badass in this shirt. I’ll be getting this one next.

What piece of clothing brings out your inner ferocity? Share them in the comments!

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Selfie Revelation

I have never really been one for pictures. I rarely smile in the ones I took when I was younger (baby/toddler/elementary school pictures excluded). In fact, for my senior pictures, I did smile in some, and everyone requested my serious pose. That’s how they knew me, my friends said, and that’s how they wanted to remember me.

As I got older, and less secure in who I was (and am), I hated pictures more. They’re for beautiful people. They’re for skinny people. They’re for folks with perfect skin. All I got going for me is smarts, but I can never be pretty. I can never be attractive. I can never be wanted.

I belong in the background. Not center stage.

Even now, despite having selfies all over my Instagram feed, I don’t always feel 100% comfortable posting them. When no one likes them, I still feel a touch of sadness, even though I only have a handful of followers that have their own busy lives to contend with. Irrational as it is, I still sometimes feel like pictures are for people not me.

The beautiful ones.

And yet, Sunday, for whatever reason, I decided to join in the #sundayselfie craze that goes on every week. Can’t explain why. Devil made me do it, perhaps.

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And there I am. No makeup, no filter (I was tempted), hair tied up in a green and blue head wrap, favorite off the shoulder tee.

And I love it.

May not mean anything to anyone else in the webisphere, but damn, that is something serious for me. I look good, and I’m not ashamed to say that.

And that scares me a little.

As a fat, black woman, daring to love who I am is a radical act. It shouldn’t be, but it is. I’ve had people tell me about I’m almost perfect except I am fat. Almost perfect except my teeth aren’t completely straight (and now you know why I rarely smile.) Almost, but not there yet.

It has taken me years to realize I am not something that needs to be fixed. I’m not broken. Society is. And I am not gonna feed the machine not one more day.

I still have my moments of “ugh, bad everything day,” but more and more I am able to push that to the side, puff my chest out, and strut anyway.

Revelations from one picture.

And more to come.

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