A BIG FAT REQUEST FOR LOVE, SUPPORT AND DONATIONS

A BIG FAT REQUEST FOR LOVE, SUPPORT AND DONATIONS

We all need help sometimes right? Well, I’m in my moment of need. 

After a lot of soul searching I have decided to move away from San Diego. I’ve given my notice and my apartment has been rented upon my departure. My job of 7 years is up to their old tricks of not paying me on time and bouncing my paychecks. Clearly there’s no turning back now. The ball is in motion, and the message is clear: I must be courageous, I must move forward, I must be the change I want to see in the world.

Here’s the thing: I have SO MANY really exciting projects for all of you in the making! I’m about to go to a beautiful place to be with people that love and support me. Also there waiting for me is the time, space and energy needed to begin to make all of my creative dreams a reality that I can share with everyone.  The time I’ve spent in loathsome San Diego, feeling lost and incomplete, has allowed me time in my head (and on the internet) to hash out what we need and how I can give that to you. I’m ready to involve myself in the kind of Radical Self Love that I want to see happening. I’m ready to create spaces for all voices and experiences to heal and shake things up. I can’t imagine better timing for a big change in all of our lives. 

Like I said before, I really wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to. I am hopeful that the Universe will give back to me what I’m putting into it. I know that I’m going where I need to be right now. I’m ready to be wrapped up in love and inspiration and I’m happy you all get to be there with me while it happens!

If you can, I just need a little help getting there

Forever Fat and In Love With You,

Your Fat Dear Abby Mama Bear Miss Piggy Bitch 

Please help spread the word! 

 xoxoxoxox

Go HERE to donate <3

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible. 

George Chakiris 

Fat Bottomed Girls

So many goosebumps.  So much love for Kim.

"SKINS" Open Mic: Kim Selling from Champ Ensminger on Vimeo.

Goldfish Times

What happens when you don't ever feel home? What if you always feel your roots floating around you, never really catching on anything, never finding their way into the soil? 


Maybe you'll tell me I'm at that age where you go to your childhood home and realize its not yours anymore and that I'm in the time of my life where I must create my own home. 


But what if you never even felt home in your childhood home? What if you live so far into your thoughts that your idea of home is so fantastical you don't even know where to begin in creating something like it in real life?


What about that?


I mean as a child I was surrounded by peers who knew exactly what their future should look like all the way down to the comforter on their marriage bed. I had maybe 40 different scenarios with 40 different people in 40 different locations. I looked different in every possibility but interestingly enough was always a different version of fat :) My future dream sequences ranged from the strikingly plain to the outlandish.


They still do.


I want to live in the English countryside making my own bread and snuggling up to my sheepherding lover. I want be a bellydancing Flower Child who smells like patchoulli and curry. Maybe a life in the Redwoods listening to the majesty of the forrest. A travel photographer. A mermaid drag queen.  A filthy stinking rich debutante. Just about anything but a gal who works a 9-5 to barely scrape by.


One thing that always stood out was the lack of the career woman who carefully balances family, work and tupperware parties fantasy. I've never been interested in that lifestyle. I've never been interested in the idea of climbing the corporate ladder. Don't get me wrong I'd love to be the boss of someone but I can't imagine being interested in anything long enough to make it my entire life. I don't like the way I look in suits and I don't care for company picnics.


The complexity of my spirit draws folks in but my ever changing moods keeps them at arm's length.  It feels selfish to want someone to run by my side as I chase my flavor of the month....but that's exactly what I want. 


…I feel deflated. The idea of going into my “regular” job tomorrow makes me feel like a goldfish in a tied up plastic bag. I’m not dying, I can swim and breathe fine, but its not where I should be and I don’t know where I’m going.


Its time for me to leave and start a new story.


(I don't pay this place enough attention, if you're curious as to where I've run off to check my Tumblr )

The Gold & The Beautiful: A Fatshion Clothing Swap

I'm hosting an event Chicago!!! 

Here’s the bottom line: this is going to be the BEST FUCKING TIME your fat ass has ever had or you get your money back


THAT IS THE JESSICA GUARANTEE

I’ve been praying to Cher, Diana Ross, Dame Edna, and Prince to guide my spirit through this event so that I may really rock your goddamn world at this thing.

I’ll be fully charged by glitter and champagne so come get on my level

I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT TO MEET YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!

big fat titty hugs for EVERYONE

Put on your sassiest gold ensemble, rat your hair up to the heavens and get down with other fancy broads in your area!

Come get your face done up by the stunning make up artist, Laura Lynch (@fifthpoc...ket on Twitter)



Take a moment to smize and strike a pose for the beautiful, Lucy Hewett (@lucyhewett) our event photographer



We'll have food, drinks, dancing and general mayhem with the Fat Glitterrati



Raffle prizes provided by We Love Colors, Cupcake & Cuddlebunny, Early2Bed and others



Please do not bring accessories or other non-clothing items.



Event will be held at the Kathryn Kerrigan Shoe Boutique, a shoe store that carries sizes up to 11 to help you finish off your new to you outfits!



Staff will be on hand to help with alterations if needed and leftover clothes will be donated to the Brown Elephant




For more information, please visit thegoldandthebeautiful.tumblr.com.



Follow us on Twitter @yrweightingold



E-mail us at yrweightingold@gmail.com

fat body (in)visible

Hellloooo my beautiful babies!!!

I know I've been horrible neglectful of you and I'm still sorry but not enough to really do much about it quite yet.

I've been a busy girl!  I was recently in a documentary produced by Margitte Kristjansson and a lot of you new followers are probably here because you've already seen it, BUT in the off chance you haven't, here it is!!!



fat body (in)visible from Margitte Kristjansson on Vimeo.


I have non fat related topics to discuss soon because you know I'm sure you're all fatted out for a bit ;)

Thank you for giving a shit about the things I have to say :)

The Fattest Trip of My Life

Margitte and I had been talking about this for what felt like an ETERNITY.

THE FATTEST TRIP EVER

Well I mean, the fattest trip so far :)

We only hope they get fatter and more frequent of course.

And frankly when I started planning the Fattest Trip Ever, I had the intention of making it only moderately fat.   It only started with the three simple facts: Re/Dress was putting on an Indie Fashion Show with one of the designers being Rachel from Cupcake and Cuddlebunny, I had some credit with Jet Blue and that my childhood best friend lives in Queens and would put me up in her darling apartment while I was there.  That's it.

That in itself was HUGE for me considering that I'd FINALLY shop at Re/Dress, give Rachel the biggest hugs ever and that I could count on Christina and Nicolette attending the event as well.

My fat little heart was a flutter!

Then I found out Marianne Kirby would also be attending.

Then I squeeled and possibly peed a little.

Fast foward two days and my dear Margitte is going, we're posing for Adipositivity and doing a podcast interview for Oxford on beauty and its relation to our bodies.

SO FAT I COULD HARDLY STAND IT <3

Booking my flight would then send me into about a 2 month long squeal fest.  I couldn't fucking stop talking about it.  My mother put an involuntary moratorium on my New York Fat Trip talk because she said she was just putting the phone on the counter while I rambled anyways. (RUDE)

Margitte and I tried several times to solidify plans for this trip.  Wheres and Whats had to be ironed out for each day of the trip but we were just too wrapped up in the whimsy of it all.  Eventually the plan ended up being what outfits we would wear and how we would handle ourselves when face to face with all our internet best friends.

I won't go on and on about the magic of the East Coast.  Its been done.  I will say that it that the usual euphoria I feel when in New York was completely overshadowed when I first stepped into Re/Dress.

Re/Dress is like....Disneyland, the Chocolate Factory and Narnia's sexier, more glamorous and self accepting love child.  Like if I could only say one thing about the shop, that would be it. 

Luckily this is my damn blog and I can say whatever the hell I want.  Re/Dress is everything I thought it would be and so much more...so much more.  I ran in the first time, without really taking it all in because I saw Taueret (AfroTitty, as she's more famously known) in the corner of my eye and couldn't waste one more second of my life not being next to her.  I'd hate to objectify her body because her spirit is just the most warm and beautiful thing I've been next to but also there's a very good reason she has Titty in  her name.  Those gazongas are magnificent.  I need to say that here publicly. 

Of course every beautiful baby that works at Re/Dress made my heart aflutter.  I developed a crush on every last one of them...TRUST. If any of you are reading this and need a place to stay in San Diego ever, I have a really big bed. JUST SAYIN

Everywhere you turn there's racks and racks of plus size pieces that will just make your nipples so hard. I'm incredibly picky when it comes to clothes and I can't remember one single thing in the store that I wouldn't love to see on my body or someone elses.  Everything's clearly marked and organized, but I wouldn't have known that the first day because I ran around that place like the Tazmanian Devil in sequins.  There was just too much to see, too many people to fawn over and meet officially and of course a million things for me to try on and buy. 

While I was trying on this powder blue vintage peignor (YES I bought it are you kidding me?!?!)  Rachel Kacenjar of Cupcake & Cuddlebunny showed up with her partner and I just about DIED.  (Note to the reader: I'll probably use that hyperbole a few more times)  Her new line Sweet tooth is just BEYOND.  Such a sweet mix of tough and femme. Frivilous detail: her voice made my ice cold heart melt

Rachel, Tangerine Jones (LOVE her) and yours truly

When I woke up the next morning the first thought to cross my sleeping mind, "You brave little bunny, you're about to be naked as a jay bird in front of someone you're not going to sleep with and it will be documented on the internet."

Even my inner dialogue is longwinded.

If you ever want to feel really close to your friend and maybe you need something to always remind yourself of what a true gem that friend has been to you, take naked photos with them.  I mean it worked for me :)

I've been photographed a bunch, but never have I felt such a warm and loving energy like the energy that radiated from Margitte and Substantia Jones .  I couldn't believe hours had passed and I'm so lucky to have the photographs preserving that moment forever.  Substantia's like the aunt you've always wanted, but better.  I feel like I could gush and gush forever but you get the gist, it was perfect and one of the greatest moments of my life and that's the truth. If you're fat and ever in New York, do yourself a favour and contact her.  While struggling to pull this post together I found out I was chosen as the cover model for the 2011 Adipositivity calendar!!!!  I'm also the face of April and Margitte's the um...behind of September :) Go purchase your own copy!!!

Posting the picture to Tumblr and FREAKING THE FUCK OUT

I promised myself I would never speak of what happened between the shoot and the fashion show but I feel morally compelled to hold Margitte accountable for her actions.  She knowingly threw me into the clutches of what is possibly the WORST diner experience of my life.  My food smelled like a fart and tasted worse.  Vegas Diner in Dyker Heights, I WILL be seeing you on Yelp.  Bastards

Anywaaaays because I promised to always be 1,000% honest with you all I have to admit I had a real spaz attack getting ready for the fashion event.  Here's the thing.  I know I'm gorgeous.  Like, DUH.  What I was a little aprehensive about was the harsh reality that I'm not high fashion and coincidentally I'm also a poor planner.  I had packed a small bag out of my luggage to take with me to Brooklyn because I was staying in Queens and I'm lazy.  I forgot way too many things and had to swipe a dress from Margitte to wear to the event.  The dress was BEAUTIFUL.  I looked even better than that.  Before any of that could happen though I freaked out for about an hour while Margitte cooed at me and tried to quiet me down.

All the stress went away when I opened the door to the gallery and saw Marriane Kirby.  I ran to her like a big goober because well, that's what I am.  She's beautiful and we're the best of friends.  BASICALLY.  I was short of breath, I couldn't breathe and everyone was so beautiful I just COULDN'T STAND IT.  Christina is even more gorgeous in person.  Yeah, that's a thing.  Look I have proof.

Re/Dress put on a fantastic show, I thought my heart would stop from all the sexy and fierce.  In fact it almost did.  I literally spent the whole time breaking my neck trying to see everyone's outfit.  FIERCE FIERCE FIERCE

Trip of a lifetime.

I honestly don't know what else to say. If there weren't pictures of the trip I would think it was a dream

Bloggers Do Giveaways Duh

Yup that's me, semi-nude on the interwebz. 

Blogspot don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I'm MIGHT be leaving you for Tumblr.  Its like....I know I should probably want/need a more legitimate space for my thoughts but lately...I just haven't been interested in you the way I once was....its you not me, I mean its ME not you.

Anyways I posted this picture on Tumblr along with a giveaway because I've met SO MANY fabulous and inspiring folks over there and I want to reward you all for taking time out of your lives to find out what I think about pubic hair.  It means more to me than you will ever know.

I recently purchased this zine by a new dear friend and its just BEYOND.

I want to share this body positive thing of beauty with you.

SO for my birthday I'm giving 5 copies of this zine away along with something in there from me <3

If you're at all interested in this, leave a comment below and be creative.  I'll put all the entries in hat and pick 5 at random.

Enter by Thursday the 4th Sugarplums!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!! xoxoxoxo