Last stop, this town

I am most definitely in a state of transit.

Since I no longer have a stylist, I've taken my hair care into my own hands.  He always said I wouldn't look good with blunt, thick bangs, especially if they extend past the corner of my eye.  Guess what I have now?  I cut 'em myself a few days ago.  They're definitely...challenging when they get unruly, but I love them.

He also told me that he hated the way my hair looks when I dye it blue, so I did that today.  Krystal took some pictures for me on our way to go run errands this afternoon.

So yeah.  New hair.  Major love.

So, since I started rockin' and posting pictures of my fatkini, I've had many people ask questions about the source of my confidence, so I decided randomly to start The Fatkini Mafia on facebook , then got sparky and started Fatkini Riot..  I'm not sure if it's activism or sheer hubris, but both projects sound like tons of fun (hurr hurr) and I hope I can get some co-conspirators to submit photos, guest posts, and engage in discussion.  

If you're interested in the least, join the group, check out the blog, and hit me up and let me know what tickles your pickle.  And yes, I would be more than happy to do some Q&A/advice posts, so hit me up with questions, too.  Anon commenting is enabled, but at least give me a pseudonym and enough details to work with without revealing who you are if you'd rather keep your privacy.  Also, if you can think of questions you would have liked to have answered during your early days of Body Acceptance, I'll take a stab at those, too.  Where to shop, relationship advice, tarot readings--I'll hook it up as long as you're willing for it to go public without your name attached.  I've always had a secret daydream of being an advice columnist, so indulge me, k?

In other news, I about climbed through the drive-thru window at the CVS to choke a bitch.  Here's the story, if you care to read it.  It happened about a week ago, so I'm mostly over it, but damn, y'all, you are RUDE.

Also, I got a new fatkini.  But y'all know where to find that.

Through all the crazyness, the busyness, the pain, the loss, and the scary new symptoms, I'm still alive and kicking, shooting my mouth off, and blistering the eyeballs of fatophobes everywhere.  I'd say I'm doing pretty damn good, yes?

FATKINI.

I've had a really rough, busy few weeks. Sorry about the lack of updates. There's so much that's happened/is still happening. Mostly good things. One really viciously bad thing. But I don't want to talk about it.

So what do I want to talk about?

MY NEW FATKINI.

Yep. I bought a bikini from loveyourpeaches.com. I've been considering it forever and decided to go ahead and take the leap. $90 is a lot to spend on a swimsuit of any sort, but my husband said it was totally fine with him as long as I wore it more than once.

Ha.

I've been living in that thing. So far, it's seen three trips to the springs, one trip to Reed Bingham state park, and a trip to Jenny's pool. After all these years of "hiding my shame" in a one-piece or tankini, I could never, ever go back. First and foremost, a bikini is infinitely more comfortable than any of the other options currently available for plus-size women. Easy access when you have to pee. No carrying heavy layers of wet lycra/spandex around with you when you get out of the water. No standing there, wringing your suit out, looking like you're peeing, before you can walk from one place to another. Cool breezes on the tummy.

I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. Honestly, I don't think I ever would have gone through with it were it not for my fibromyalgia diagnosis. I've finally hit the "anger" stage. I'm not mad at "god", because that's pointless. "Why me" makes no sense to me. Why not me? What makes me so damn special that I'm supposed to be immune from life's slings and arrows? And I'm certainly not mad at my body. It's doing the best it can. I'm just...angry. Angry that I'm going to hurt for the rest of my life, and that it's likely going to get worse. I know that the longer I keep my big ass in motion, the better my chances of retaining my mobility are. I just received my first cane in the mail yesterday, and while it's all pretty and blue and happy-looking, ordering it certainly drove home the point that I've got to start really living and enjoying my two working human legs right now.

I'm sort of...throwing myself at life. Yeah, that's a difficult proposition for an agoraphobic, but it's gradually getting easier to get out and do things. I want to do as much as I can, while I can. And if I never lose my mobility, well, good for me...I've led a full life.

So that brings me back to the bikini. My awesome friend Brandy let me borrow one of hers for a summer when I was 15, but I only wore it when we'd go swimming in my neighbor's pool. I bought one on clearance when I was 18, but only wore it to the beach when I was going with 1-2 good girlfriends. I've never just put on a bikini and strutted my ass down to the nearest large puddle. Age 15? I was a size 16. Age 18? Size 18. At 30, I'm a size 24, and have infinitely more confidence than I did as a teenager. I think I'm more attractive now because of it. Oddly enough, other people seem to feel the same way about it. Every single time I've been to the springs in my bikini (with my pink hair and tattoos and piercings), people have felt the need to talk to me. Complimenting my hair/tats/etc., asking random questions, commiserating about the icy-cold water...and sometimes, I happen to lock eyes with someone and get the biggest grin, which is contagious and leaves me grinning, too. Something about being so purposely visible draws positive attention. I haven't seen or heard any heckling, pointing and laughing, or any negativity directed towards me. Either nobody's hating, or the haters have the good sense to closet themselves. I mean, you all know I'm a kitten in wolves' clothing, but they don't know that. I look like I could do some damage.

I'm on the right.  Age 15.  Thought I was too hideously fat to have anyone but Brandy see me like this.  WTF, Julie.

It feels really amazing to go to my favorite place and swim and paddle around completely unfettered. Madison Blue Springs is a vital part of my therapy, mental and physical. It's beautiful, it's peaceful, and I've always been a water baby. Water is calm and comfort to me. The river is swimming and floating, warm and cold currents, rocks and slime, a constant game of paddling or balancing or finding new and creative ways to anchor myself to a foam pool noodle. And yep, it's actual exercise too. Twice a week of all that has got to be good for me. My skin is golden. The spring itself is bravery in the face of icy water, floating and looking at the perfect circle of trees above my head while the cold water reduces the inflammation in my back. Putting on goggles to stare at the fish and letting my imagination wander through everything that could be down in the cave below.

It really is complete and total freedom to do all these things that I love and that heal my mind and body in ultimate comfort and without an ounce of shame. It's one of the things that's going very, very right in my life right now.

Want your own fatkini? Hit up Janelle at www.loveyourpeaches.com. There's several styles of tops and bottoms available. I chose the bandeau top with the bow in the skulls print with red trim, and the high-waisted boy shorts, also in skull print with a red waistband. Both pieces fit perfectly, and are incredibly well-made. I'm a 42DD, and the top is actually supportive enough to not need an underwire! Janelle provides awesome customer service, too. I highly recommend Love Your Peaches, and when I wear this fatkini out, I'll be back for another.

Tu-tu Tattoosday!

After my earlier post about spoons and learning to evaluate reality before agreeing to every offer of fun times that comes my way, I decided that the spoon tattoo was definitely happening. I got a quick shower, put on a fun outfit, decided makeup was unnecessary, and got the hell out.

So, we got to Diabolik Ink and I discovered that Bob, my usual artist, wasn't working today. However, Erik, who did Jenny's tattoo about a month ago, was available. This sort of caught me off guard. Bob's been there every time I've been in since the first time he tattooed me. I sort of stammered out "Well. Uhh. You're good, right? Duh, what am I thinking, of course you're good, Jenny's tattoos look awesome." GOD ALMIGHTY AT THE FLAVOR OF SHOE LEATHER. He seemed unfazed by my unintentional rudeness, and we talked about what I wanted. He got the initial drawing done, and Brandell and I left to go grab a burger since we'd barely eaten and I'd hate to pass out, and when I got back, I decided to be a mega-dork and email myself with some content for this post. LOL

Currently sitting at the shop waiting for Erik to prep everything. I'm getting a spoon on the inside of my left wrist. Told him why, and the drawing came back with some red liquid in the spoon. Spoon with meds? Fuck yes, even better. So yes, I am tattoo-cheating on Bob today, but this...this just had to happen. I feel like it's important to cement my new reality in my head in a very real, permanent way. It will be a reminder to consider how I actually feel and my current mental and physical state before over committing. That sometimes, it's ok to put my needs first. And I'll always have an extra spoon when I'm running low.

Right about then, Erik bee-lined for the door to smoke a cig, so I followed him out for "Smoke 'em if you've got 'em" time. We went back to his booth, and I saw he'd added a red and orange sun behind the spoon. Oh sweet lord, yes.

See, all I'd told him earlier was that I'd recently been diagnosed with fibromyalgia and wanted a tattoo of a spoon. He didn't know what fibromyalgia is, or about the whole "spoons" concept, or that being diagnosed after three years of misery really is like the dawn of a whole new life for me. As he worked, I explained all of this to him, and we both thought it was definitely...interesting that he'd come up with that without any input from me.

What I'd requested as a simple line drawing just grew and grew in complexity and color and depth. This is by far one of my most beautiful tattoos, hands down. It's number 10 for me, and I hate to say this because it almost always jinxes me (the artist moves to a bigger city), but I think I've found MY artist.

There's just no words for how much I love it. The detail is impeccable. The treatment of transparent and reflective surfaces is unlike anything I've ever seen. Holy balls, Batman, this guy is GOOD.

(Never mind the mirror images, I was screwing with FXCamera on my Droid and wound up getting a better picture than the previous one. LOL)

After a trip to Big Lots in which we purchased everything but what we meant to purchase, we stopped by Captain D's to pick up some dinner. We were both beat.

After we ate, Brandell used the cat as a pillow while I took my meds and changed into my pajamas.

...I gotta say, it was a good day.

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