Even though we left quite early, we stayed as long as we could to see Ice Cube. Ice Cube was a huge draw card for the patrons and as soon as I heard most of his greatest hits, we were making a B-line out. Beside Ice Cube, UB40 was another act I was excited to see, but the damp, cold and hungry state we were in, we had to thrown in the towel before the last act.
It would have been one hundred times better if the weather wasn't so shit, unfortunately in my old age I know when I've had enough but I gotta give props to those who's toughed it out.
Tried to do some Xmas shopping but found my self wanting to escape the mall and just hang outside in the sweet sweet sun. Its summer time yawl!
Hopefully this weather repeats its self next weekend for Raggamuffin and I'll sort the Xmas gifts later. I mean 2 weeks is plenty of time to think, browse, make, buy and wrap thoughtful gifts for loved ones, right?
'If you don't celebrate yourself on your own birthday, how can you expect that from others?'
This quote isn't word for word (when I heard it many months ago it was put much more eloquently), but the message really resonated with me. Beyond the birthday high, its all about respecting and loving yourself first. In valuing who you are, reflects the standard for those in your life to know how they should treat you.
I am blessed that in my life, although not picture perfect, I am surrounded by people who make life's daily grime a little less grimy. The best experiences I've ever had, have been with my sister and best friends simply catching up and laughing. Sitting on the side of a road, at the park, at the beach,at a bus stop, at the mc dees, local take outs, in a car, on a hill, at the mall or at home, just chilling and laughing at full blast at our own experiences of life.
My birthday was last week but, I delayed my celebration for the experience of Soul Fest. A gift to myself but also an experience to share with my lil sis Anne, who had never been to a real concert before.
Soul Fest debut to New Zealand last night, a music festival celebrating Neo-Soul, RnB and Hip Hop (fingers crossed it becomes an annual event).
Soo many international acts, the ticket price we paid -although general- we got more than our moneys worth (but dont tell the promoters that!). It was a great line up and every one who sung, could sing live. Voices as smooth as silk and as powerful as a lions roar, the vocal talent was undeniable. Not to forget that this is a fat-fashion blog, below is what I wore...
101 posts later and still going. I guess I feel rather reflective now that Ive hit the triple digits.
I'm not the first nor will I be the last of fat fashion bloggers to hit the net and express their thoughts and feelings of fashion available to the chunk club. Although there is probably a feeling of over saturation of fashion bloggers, I feel that every one (of every shape, size, colour, physicality) has a voice that ultimately wants to find others who share these commonalities.
I first was introduced into the community of fat fashon bloggers many years ago. It was my last year of uni and we were organising a graduation party and I was at a loss of what to wear. Feeling like I needed some visual inspiration I goggled fat fashion images and trolled through till I saw an picture of a girl rocking quite a fierce stance in her threads.
This was Gabi, previously of Young, Fat & Fabulous, now Gabi Fresh. Here she was, someone who loved fashion, was the same age but most importantly, had a body that looked like mine but beamed with confidence. From there I was introduced into the sphere of fat fashion bloggers and for the first time I didn't feel like I was the only fat person in the world.
Which brings me to a point, viewers like you may find relevance in my content and choose to follow and some may think its utter shit. In the end I am putting something out there that hopefully connects to that some one who felt like I did. Girl, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. You are sooo not alone, in this big bitch of a world! Over the years I've become more comfortable taking photos, even a bit vain about it (from a time where I would hide at the back using my friends and family to shield my body). I am growing my confidence at a rate that is all my own. I still have my body issues, I will not hide that, hell I bitch about it here. You wont see me in a fatkini but when I walk down the street I hold my head up high because this is me.
Any way, here are some long lost images for one reason or another were taken but not used. Its like I'm spring cleaning out my photo files and if you got it, well, might as well use it.
Sunday Flea Market
Dress Up Party
Hanging around Town
Dont forget to check out my blog roll, many more FATabulos laddies out there rockin it!
Take care of yourself, you've got only one body so rep that shit muda fuckin hard!