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Fat Chic points out where to find plus size clothing. Fat Chic’s readers tend to demand that the clothing be both actually plus sized and, well, good.
This can rule out sizing on an unfortunate number of clothiers. For instance, those labeling 12/14 as “plus” or trying to insist that a size 18 is a 2x? Uh uh. I’m not giving you any attention, and if I did…you wouldn’t like it.
I also take no crap from ham-handed “social network” advertisers and trolls. It’s my blog – if it’s spectacularly obvious, bizarre, idiotic or in text speak, it’s never going to make it to the publish button.
In addition Fat Chic excludes:
- Diet and exercise promotions
- Body criticisms
- Narcissism
Plus women are incredibly diverse in age, lifestyle, body type, fitness level, culture and health. I support all the women that want to be healthy and want to enjoy the freedom of being themselves. We’re also just too cool to indulge in that obvious level of manipulative crazy that causes every cover of a woman’s magazine to have a headline about magic diets. You’d think they’d have found one by now, but since they haven’t, I’d say that it’s time we all notice the con job.
As for the person behind it, me, I’m more or less a lifelong fat chick. I did lose weight and become “acceptable” for a brief period in high school, but since my family had a screwed up social status and the town I come from is filled with truly awful people who run on assumption over fact, weight loss did nothing to improve my social life and the consequent drop in IQ points that happens when you starve yourself did nothing to improve my life, period. It’s made me very cognizant that women of all sizes are being lied to daily under the particularly insidious calumny that being thin and beautiful and like every man wants to have sex with you is “for their own good.” The truth is men just aren’t as important as they’d like to be, which is why male marketers perpetuate these horrible myths, the right weight is in fact not the key to happiness, just a brief euphoria that passes quicker than a mild orgasm, and if people decided they have a problem with you, they’ll still have a problem with you when you’re “thin enough.” Your stupid relatives will still be stupid – and it’s amazing the other stuff they’ll come up with to be morons about.
Live life. Dress well. No one really cares that you’re fat – they just can’t stand the possibility of anyone being comfortable with themselves.