FATshion Journal Blog by Lilly

Look up East Side Heroes and Find How You Can Give Back This past weekend there was a news feed going around on FB and it was about a brawl that went down in East Side San Jose along Story Rd. Reading about these news reports, in more recent day has become the norm... Almost as consistent as the news reports we were so use to hearing from Oakland. And I'm not gonna lie to y'all, those Oakland news reports scared the shit outta me... And still do...  But I have developed an immense amount of "a-ha" feelings because when I saw news reports about the East Side I always thought to myself, that it's not as bad as they depict it in the news. At least I use to- In more recent weeks the police blogger alerts go off way more often than they use to and with this news report circling FB... I dunno why but it just got more real... But here is my gripe with the story... Some ignorant self-righteous prick got on there and left a comment that "EastS...

 A whole year... and the only difference is the color...and wrinkles... Nothing serious... Today marks a whole year that I haven't bothered to cut or dye my hair!  I have wanted my long hair back... since like forever... Not a regret just a lesson  learned - note to self DO NOT get haircut when emotionally driven out of anger (That's why I cut my hair hella short about 5 years ago) I'm not sure why I have waited so damn long... But I am in dire need of a haircut (like a trim)!  Right now I have the Poor (Wo)Man's ombre... no joke- someone asked me where I got my ombre done because it was exactly what they were looking for and I was so embarrassed and flattered... btw. that's a weird mixture of feelings... And it really has been on my mind because this Friday will mark another huge milestone or bucket list item that occurred a year ago... I was trying to think of the last time I cut or dyed my hair and it was right before I left to the City o...

In  my Frenchy-Carrie-ish Skirt... And a pop of red! In honor of French National Day, today's 2nd FATSHION post is all about this striped skirt from Forever 21... Have I ever told y'all how I feel about stripes... Well... If I haven't... I'm telling you now! I Loooooooooove Stripes! So, please, imagine my heartbreak, at 13 years old reading a magazine and being told that because I am pear shaped I shouldn't wear stripes! (I'm still not sure who the eff came up with these terms but I like to say that I have a woman's shape)  So for about a year, I refused to wear stripes even though they were some of my favorite items of clothing... I would fulfill my cravings by wearing striped purses, socks and/or shoes- And then there was this pink and green striped shirt with a white lined collar... I was in love... but the words written on that stupid magazine kept on circulating in my head... I'm not sure what it was or what came over ...

When I say don't call me Coco... What I simply mean is, don't call me a Coconut... And no, that's not a reference to being nuts and/or crazy... It's a reference to what someone nicknamed me while I was on a trip in D.C. On this trip to D.C. I was the only brown kid out of 175 HS students from all over the US who were granted a week to explore politics and journalism- at that time I thought I was going to be a journalist... Well, on this trip my roommates were three white girls from Florida, Connecticut and New Hampshire. And one of them coined me Coco, short for Coconut because according to her, I was brown on the outside but "white" in the inside. For a long time I wore that nickname/badge with honor...Like yay! I have assimilated well enough to be considered like them. (Now let's clarify, Like them, but never one of them) BUT now... I'm not too sure how to interpret that nickname- I struggle with what it means to be...

I'm a huge fan of understated beauty... And that's all I thought about... If y'all follow me on Instagram, you know that I have said Yes to the dress! And I wanna share my experience... I tried on five dresses and I'll be highlighting the three that stood out the most. The whole moment was surreal! From scheduling the appointment, the drive to Trudy's, meeting the dress consultant (Ms. Jenn), actually discussing what I wanted in a wedding dress: (With  lace, a "poof", and without a question, sleeves!) OH and DID I mention the part that I had to get half-naked in front of a complete stranger!?! YUP! So I know I wasn't going to Kleinfelds but daaaaaaamn... I awkwardly stood there and realized she wasn't leaving even when I had to get undressed... And flashbacks from a couple months ago went through my mind... And I simply told myself to breathe and that I would be trying on my first wedding dress ever! I got undressed and changed into my ...