This past week I learned that my marriage was attacked and minimized, my body was subjected to meanness but rather than sulk at home and blame all the injustices on someone else - my husband and I followed through with our plans for a Friday game night full of laughs (imagine my husband acting out this song - because in this home we try our best to laugh off drama) and continued with our V-Day plans for a Saturday afternoon in Carmel with our kids.
So here is my outfit of choice for a day trip to Carmel! And the theme of this Fatshion 101 post: patience! Sales require patience!
If you follow me on Pinterest, you know that I LOVE casual wear, and casual does not mean frumpy! So be prepared to see this denim jacket, purchased at a Levi's outlet, on most of my Fatshion posts;-) It takes on many, many forms.
In this instance, I went with long sleeves and popped my collar for a little flare.
This blouse from Madewell, I have been saving for this particular weekend because my husband loves me in polk-a-dots and to see me in gifts he spoils me with. - I am also so proud of this purchase because I waited patiently for Nordstrom's annual sale and it was a steal.
And so are the boots, another purchase I waited patiently for because wide-calf, fashionable boots are hard to come by AND when you do find them - they're uber expensive, like this other pair that I am patiently waiting for to go on sale.
The leggings are from good-old trusty Target.
The shades are from J Crew factory at a steal! $5!
The purse is from Tory Burch, a gift to myself on my blogiversary.
The scarf is Burberry, yes, a bit of a splurge, because as my husband says, I'm not spoiled, I'm just well loved.
And that's the fluff of my weekend.
There were deeper affairs at hand, please read ahead if you've ever felt voiceless or if you know that your worth is measured more than with just your body!
In this instance, I went with long sleeves and popped my collar for a little flare.
This blouse from Madewell, I have been saving for this particular weekend because my husband loves me in polk-a-dots and to see me in gifts he spoils me with. - I am also so proud of this purchase because I waited patiently for Nordstrom's annual sale and it was a steal.
And so are the boots, another purchase I waited patiently for because wide-calf, fashionable boots are hard to come by AND when you do find them - they're uber expensive, like this other pair that I am patiently waiting for to go on sale.
The leggings are from good-old trusty Target.
The shades are from J Crew factory at a steal! $5!
The purse is from Tory Burch, a gift to myself on my blogiversary.
The scarf is Burberry, yes, a bit of a splurge, because as my husband says, I'm not spoiled, I'm just well loved.
And that's the fluff of my weekend.
There were deeper affairs at hand, please read ahead if you've ever felt voiceless or if you know that your worth is measured more than with just your body!
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The following is an edumacation to those sub-par, sorry excuses of human beings that are a part of the brainwashed fat-hating and fat-shaming majority!
So without further a do, here's Lilly's version on the mis-edumacation of a chauvinistic being!
Oh crickey!
Did you know that FAT people live amongst us?
Did you also know that some FAT people have the audacity to live happily amongst us despite being FAT?
Another interesting factoid- Did you know that some FAT people can give two flying fucks about being FAT but more importantly they can give two shits on whether YOU like it or not!
And in case you couldn't figure it out, let me edumacate you, I am one of those "audacious" FAT people!
So let the edumacation continue - Most recently, the great Adele said it best:
"I would only lose weight if It Affected My Health or Sex Life"
And guess what??? I am healthy; I can walk up flight of stairs, like a boss-ish and as far as sex goes, thus far, the only complaint I've had from my husband is that I don't show enough skin OUTSIDE of the bedroom.
Because unlike you, my husband is sooooooo damn secure with himself that he actually encourages me to flaunt my REAL FAT ass and all!
Maybe my fat ass is not your cup of tea (thankfully) but my FAT ASS sure as hell has been plenty of other folks' cup of tea! (Not that I would know because I'm a "lady" and I don't kiss and tell *sarcasm*)
So to further your edumacation, here's another interesting factoid, wait for it, wait for it...
FAT people can cheat on their spouses too!
So I hope you're taking notes because the reason why my husband doesn't have to worry about me cheating on him or why he doesn't have to tell me how to dress, eat and drink...
It's not because I'm FAT, it's because I am a loyal woman and my loyalty doesn't stem from being FAT and insecure!
It's because I'm in love, it's because I was brought up to be a good woman, my vulva is worth more than fancy dinners and expensive purses, it's because I married a good man, a man that would give his right arm if it meant the starving man down the street could have a meal for the rest of his life, it's because I married a man that makes me laugh without fail everyday, it's because I married a man who honors thy mother and father and treats my family with the utmost respect! And that's why I remain loyal!
So come for me all you want! Come for my husband son! All you did was state a fact that I own proudly!
I'm FAT! But to remark sexist, racially bigoted and demeaning comments, you revealed your truest colors and they were simply put, mean...
But at the end of the day whether I look like this...
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| Oh no! Look away! - There is that audacious FAT happy girl! So offensive! With my double chin, out and about for the world to see! At our Story Book Wedding! |
Or like this...
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| Divert your eyes! There! They are! My FAT ASS THUNDER THIGHS While I'm just enjoying some of our everyday live's small blessings. |
No matter what I look like, we remain blessed, married and at peace...
Meanwhile, you remain busy being the most deplorable situation that I've ever had the displeasure of being associated with...
Soooooooo! Yeah, I'm good.
But why am I coming at y'all so hard?
Because this situation God placed in my life has challenged my indifference and I am rising to the occasion by honoring the promise I made to God.
I am not going to turn a blind eye, it's not my style, instead I have to believe that this situation just wasn't and isn't loved hard enough - so their meanness is the only way they know to be.
I know that there might repercussions for this post but FAT people are ostracized and marginalized enough and rather than play the victim, like you do, I will speak for the FAT girl and boy who have yet to find their voices and their strength to stand up to fat-shaming chauvinistic beings like you.
I do not EVER expect an apology; I DO NOT need or want an apology. My heart is filled with love, it is filled with support and God knows that I have already forgiven this trespass, but don't get it twisted boo because though I forgive, I don't forget, after all I am an elephant.
I also do not expect you to gain anything from this post, other than more snarky remarks and meanness being shot my way, my only goal is only to school you on why I honestly cannot and will not go beyond tolerating your existence.
Because I no longer feel indifferent, I truly just feel pity for this situation.
The meanness they carry in their heart must be so heavy and THAT IS what tears by empathetic heart apart - because I have a choice - - - to soak in their meanness, their bitterness, and their misery...
OR
I can soak in the life that my husband and I have created for each other and realize that we have already found our hallelujah. And I am choosing the latter. (Dancing all the way home to the love of my life because I remain his fat bottomed queen!)
So let me reiterate for you, I'm not mad - I'm not hurt- I'm laughing my FAT ASS ON! It's just as my little brother reminds me, I've never been one to stay quiet, so why start now? So call me FAT again, but how about next time to my face, because FAT is NOT an Insult! (There are worse things than being fat... like being - rhymes with poo!)
So let me reiterate for you, I'm not mad - I'm not hurt- I'm laughing my FAT ASS ON! It's just as my little brother reminds me, I've never been one to stay quiet, so why start now? So call me FAT again, but how about next time to my face, because FAT is NOT an Insult! (There are worse things than being fat... like being - rhymes with poo!)
Yes, boo... That is. What we. Call a read!
Brought to you by an edumacated FAT girl from el barrio!
Now we may return to our regular programming.
Now we may return to our regular programming.
That is all,
Til next time,
Toodles
MRS. Perez-Ngo
PS. How about adding a geography book to your daily (air quote) one book a day, everyday bs (air quote)... Because then maybe you would "understand" that there is more than one Spanish speaking country!
PSS Serious note, if anything is to happen to me, my husband or our personal property, please ask Luna who I am talking about in this post - all sarcasm aside this individual's lack of love, empathy and decency, sincerely scares me and I hope that this post and all text messages stand as proof if ever anything happens to anyone I love.
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