I have come to the conclusion our bodies aren’t the issue, society is.


I really liked the book “Size 12 is not fat” by Meg Cabot when I read it last summer.  I’m not sure if I just relate to the main character Heather Wells too much, or if it’s the fact that the story is about a chubby girl that gets the guy in the end.  It’s been a while since I read it, but a recent Google search reminded me of it.

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In between Twitter and Netflix I started to think about Spring Break.  I’m currently on break from one school, but because I balance two, the breaks don’t line up.  To my displeasure a winter filled with leggings does not typically hide the same figure that was present during the summer months.  I decided to Google “flattering clothes for size 12” (since that’s my estimated current size) and got a link to an Oprah article with frumpy mom dresses and a Wiki post on “3 Ways To Dress Well When You’re Overweight”.  I was insulted and irritated, because I know I’ve been blessed, but I am not overweight.  I am content with my figure, of course it could be thinner, but I see how my friends and I have obsessed over our size for far too long and I’m over it.  The pineapple coconut Haagen Daz icecream is worth it and taking a more modest approach to swimsuit season is okay!

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I have decided since I returned home in January that there are more important things to consume myself with than my weight.  I am still healthy and I exercise more now than I have since Field Hockey in my Junior year of high school.  I can only hope people that are deemed “skinny” are as happy as I am.  There is frustration, but I have come to the conclusion from my weight fluctuation that regardless of the fact I am a 6 or a 12, there will always be someone smaller, prettier, etc.  I just have to do the best with what I’ve got.  If I feel like passing on the potato chips, great!  My body may love me back for that, but do I love me back?

I’d rather be happy and deemed fat by society, than skinny and miserable.

The average dress size in America is a 14 and my plump freshman fifteen blessed ass has ventured comfortably from an 8/10 to a firm 10/12.  The only reason I care, is that I have way too many pairs of size 8 J Crew shorts that need to be replaced.  What I think is ridiculous is that unlike the book title by Meg Cabot, size 12 is fat in America.  The average size 14 is made up of all age ranges, including 18 year old girls.  The size 12 demographic is being pushed to the mom jeans section so I can only imagine for a size 14 it’s worse.  The junior’s department is too clingy and unflattering for anyone larger than twiggy and twiggy is from the UK, not America.

I decided back when I was 14 that I was built with a woman’s curves, it’s the fashion industry that needs to catch up.  Adele is a size 16 and although black does look phenomenal against her porcelain skin does she have other options?  I bet anything that it’s harder to keep your head held high if you have a little more to love and you’re famous.  People are constantly dissecting her waist line instead of her powerful voice.  At least us average chubbies have sweatpants to hide in.

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I have come to the conclusion our bodies aren’t the issue, society is.

I’m writing this post as a little pep talk to myself.  After a dinner of home made mac and cheese and carrot sticks I have to open the six bins of summer clothes and conquer them.  Whether the results send them to Plato’s Closet or my closet, I have to accept it.  Just because it zips doesn’t mean it fits, and I’m okay with that.  It could be worse (see photo edit #2).

 

Photo on 3-18-13 at 6.17 PM #3        Photo on 3-18-13 at 6.20 PM #2

Allison

CAR-less not careless.


I now believe I understand why celebrities don’t always love being famous.

As my blog grows, I realize everything I type/say is going to a bigger audience. Possibly even people that go to this college, that being said I will remind myself one last time that this is not a journal.

Now that, that’s out of the way I will tell you about College. Since it’s been a while..

It’s been busy. Insanely hectic. I shattered my iPhone.

It’s been getting colder, my riding boots are giving my feet blisters. Break them in and wear socks, is the best advice I can possibly give you.  I am overjoyed that tomorrow is Friday. My grandparents are coming to Canisius to visit me on Sunday and I need some family time.  The food here has improved substantially, but it’s still not that amazing.

It’s just I’m forcing the deli bar and the salad bar to become my best friends.

For lunch at least.

Dinner comes.. and I’m like screw it. Mozzarella sticks all the way.

HA.

So I’m sitting in the computer lab for that specific reason. If I curl up in a ball in the corner of my bed, I will pull out the dark chocolate pommegranate seeds and all hell will break lose. The chips will follow, and then I’ll eat easy mac.

It’s just a recipe for disaster.

So I’m avoiding the temptation of food by blogging, I might go for a walk.

Eh.

Who am I kidding?

I’m not going for a walk.

Any who, I joined a club today *round of applause*. I’m finally becoming active in something besides ministry on campus.. I joined Men & Women’s Communication Club. It should be renamed Women and Noche Communication Club though, because Noche was the only guy, from Nicaragua hence the name, that showed up.   It was cool, I ate a candy apple.

Ha. Food.

Ironically, there was a “carnival” in the quad today.. and It contained a bouncey slide and cotton candy.

My club meeting had more carnival in it 😛

So, Fashion Week comes to Buffalo next week and I think that “OMG I’m a poor college student” fact just hit me square in the face. I’m a little annoyed. A little bit of a lot..

My funds are starting to dwindle and my luck for a job is as well.. The people I emailed about blogging on behalf of the college still haven’t answered and I need one asap.

I have the 30 dollars a fashion show ticket costs, but do you really think I’d go there without a new outfit? The oppertunity to shop without buying anything? And transportation?

I am car-less after all.

CAR-less not careless.

Although I’m starting to get to that point too.

Yep, you heard it here first people. I am starting not to care.

About what exactly? I’m not sure.

But this Math test in the morning.. my GPA has forced me to care about.. and on that note I am going to go study.

Gross I know.

Allison