Being blessed with an awfully beautiful complexion and hella' sexy slim physique, I've always thought that fat people still looked ugly in ANYTHING. That was until, I became a plus size girl myself. Heh. Not an awesome transition yeah? I've always thought it to be an ugly duckling turning into a swan and NOT the other way round. But God is fair. Reality had smacked me right in the face.
Ouh wells, now that I'm no longer wearing a UK 10 (or smaller), I have a major wardrobe dysfunction. Gosh I could fit into NOTHING! Well probably I could fit into my mattress covers or curtains for that matter. Urgh. And the worst part of it all, I started having freaking STRETCH MARKS! ARHHHHHH *runs around pulling hair*
Alright let me calm myself down. Eh-hem. *clears throat* So now that I have a little (or a lot) more love handle to go around and hideous stretch marks, I was at the pit of my self-confidence. It's like my spotlights have been suddenly shut off and I'm walking about in the dark. I had to get a quick wardrobe turnover coz as I mentioned, I had nothing to wear. That, was the start of my fatshion struggle and more to come.
The reason why I wanted to blog this is because I want to relive the days I wore body-lovin' clothes that flaunt the every asset that I had; just that it is now from a UK 16 styling perspective. I want to share with all the fabulous plus size girls out there that we AIN'T ugly or uninteresting, we are just as FABULOUS as a UK 6, maybe even better! ;D
Signing off, Yours Truly <3