i find it more pathetic that "fat" is still being used as an insult than that i was called it.
aren't we better than this?
can we not judge someone for what they say and do as opposed to what the fuck they look like?
i'm not worried about my body conforming to some kind of design that anyone has in mind that will make me acceptable and presentable. i don't owe you that
i don't owe anyone that
the only thing i owe the world is to be a great fucking human being.
heres something about fat shaming that's a nice watch
i ended up spending more time at brooklyn renegade craft fair than i did at the mermaid parade but i was still plenty mermaided out! i wore this, which is my bathing suit--it's vintage from the family jewels, which is normally way out of my price range but i was lucky to score this in my size (very unusual for vintage) a month or so ago.
my hair's not that long. it's an extension. an extension that i had to cover with sharpie. it was a fucking process, and it got ink all over me.
funny faces
my necklace says "mermaid"
i ended up wearing this dress over it all. i got a lot of pictures taken :P
i made a really sped up video of how i dyed my hair extension (with sharpie). i have no idea if you can tell what's going on but you spin me round like a record and walk like an egyptian sound fucking hilarious sped up, so enjoy!
i don't really have a picture relevant to this post so here is a shoe i covered in googly eyes and glitter.
so i told you guys back in this post that i was going to quit smoking.
it didn't happen.
this past week, it did.
it was a lot easier than i'd expected once i decided i was going to stick to the decision to stop--i was a bitch for a few days but then not a lot happened. food tastes kind of weird now; other than that no symptoms or side effects.
it's been so beautifully hot that i don't really feel like i want a cigarette when i go outside, which has really helped. when it's super warm out the desire to set something on fire and then inhale it goes away.
this is my headpiece that i made for the mermaid parade on saturday!
i was reading in the park today and a man came up to me and tried to talk to me and wouldn't leave me alone. he was trying to talk to me about things that one should never try to talk to a stranger about and i, being the scared rabbit that i am, had no idea how to handle the situation and entertained his questions as long as i could and made up an excuse to leave and ran.
my style is a constant struggle between being able to express myself and avoiding the kind of attention i don't want. yes i'm wearing shorts. i'm not wearing shorts as an invitation to try to touch my arse.
i know i get attention from the way i dress.
it's not what i aim for. i'm sure a lot of people think it is, but it's not. i dress the way i feel comfortable dressing. i don't know why people take my hair or my clothes as an invitation to say horrible sexual things that i just don't want to hear. it makes me want to never leave my apartment again and i hate that because i've had to deal with so much anxiety and so much shit and i'm finally feeling like myself again and then someone decides to treat me like this and once again i'm nothing but my appearance.
