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?
