I started my blog as a way of sharing my style, helping plus size babes find rad clothes in their size and sharing my self love journey in the hopes that it might help others. For the most part, it’s been amazing – I’ve shared my life with you, you’ve shared yours with me … but there is one part of the online world that I really hadn’t counted on. It’s one that, to be quite honest, makes me never want to blog again. View Post
Whether you’ve heard it as a schoolyard taunt, an unkind remark from a stranger or a “well-meaning” comment from a relative, chances are that if you’ve ever been called fat it hasn’t been in a positive way. So understandably, it’s a word that you might have a few negative connotations with.
“Please don’t refer to yourself as fat it’s not helping one bit … I understand you feel comfortable, but that word should never be used on anyone – it’s not a positive…”
This comment came from someone following me on Instagram, and it’s similar to things I hear on a semi regular basis, which prompted me to write this post. View Post
Some of the babes from our Fat Yoga sessions
I’ve been practising yoga on and off for about 15 years to help with strength, flexibility and mental well being. I’ve used yoga to help heal my body, to give myself much needed “me time” and because I really enjoy it. But in all that time, I have never been to a yoga class with another fat person – that is until Fat Yoga started up here in Auckland. I don’t know where y’all have been before now but I’m really excited to have connected with so many awesome people. View Post
I’ll never forget the first time a story about me was published by a mainstream media source. Despite receiving the occasional nasty comment about my body or criticism on something I’d written, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the vitriol that I found in the comments section of that article. Comments that had, according to the publishing website, been moderated. Well holy heck, if what I was reading had been moderated and considered appropriate to be approved then I’d hate to see what they decided not to publish. View Post
It’s not very often that I find myself lost for words, but I have tried to write this post so many times and found myself struggling. I’ve written it and rewritten it more than a hundred times over the last few months. I’ve procrastinated and stopped and started, and that’s how I know that this post needs to be written. Because if it’s hard for me to talk about it then chances are it’s going to be hard for other people to talk about as well, and I firmly believe that we need to shine light into dark corners. We need to talk about things that are horrible and uncomfortable and challenging – like being bullied. View Post