FATshion Journal Blog by Lilly

         Photos hopped via Snapseed Soooooooo... It's been a minute. And I told y'all on Insta this post is deep-ish and deep-esque. I havent posted on the blog because I simply wasn't motivated or inspired to... And the summer wasn't more busy than usual BUT my mind was. I have figured out that my most mentally tormenting months are the Summer months. Summer 2018 was a bit better than years before - not entirely sure why- but I'm not complainin' If aything I thank GOD for granting me a little peace of mind of this Summer. Nonetheless I was still inspired to write this blog because a daunting number approaches... Dun-dun-dun! 33! In 44 days I will turn 33! And I am no closer to becoming pregnant. Up until turning 28, I always knew, or at least I thought I did, that I wanted to be a mom. Something, some kind of switch, post quarter-life crisis, flipped in me and the tick-tock of my biological clock stopped ticking. I'm not sure if it was the...

I don't even know where to begin! Ummm, from the beginning, I guess... *Disclaimer: the trip was amazing! And as much I want to include my Fatshion OOTD for travel - this post is more about #FatGirlsCan - Fat girls can travel, fat girls girls can eat without counting calories, fat girls can be happy, THIS fat girl, with anxiety issues, can!!! Without further ado: Veni vidi vici We welcomed 2018 at home talking and talking and talking (and some dancing) about our dreams, our hopes, and our wishes for 2018. I told Vinh I wanted to get real for a milli-sec and this year would be the year of new adventures for us- every month I wanted us to try something new, and not just in the bedroom ;-0 - LMFAO - I couldn't help myself (My teenage sense of humor is another example as to why I'm not ready for kids). It would be as simple as a new restaurant, a new hobby, a new activity, now, I'm a strong believer that marriage in of itself is an adventure but that doesn't...

This blog-post began with the purest intention to be funny and our weddi-versary trip conversations inspired me to REWRITE the whole post with an "announcement" and my hubby's VinhIsms. Here we go... A disclaimer - I'm not mad - this is a PSA for us married women (couples) getting tired of being asked - "So when are you gonna start a family?" MOTHERHOOD one of the many hats as a uterus-carrying-human-being I am expected to wear. Especially when I've been a committed relationship for ten years... And married for two of those years... And with a recent emotional reaction at work from getting my period- I need to remind myself that the majority of my life choices are based on what's best for me and what makes me happy. You see, we are NOT trying. BUT I have been officially off the pill for 7 months and nothing. A few months before being officially off the pill I had missed a couple of days of the pill and when we hear several stories of ...

Yes, you read this post title correctly. Our children will be Half breeds! Hapa! Multi-Cultural! Half Asian! Half Latino! But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Disclaimer, this isn't a "We're expecting" announcement. Let's start from the beginning... A couple days ago my husband and I had dinner at a local pho restaurant and this was our second time there. In the both times we went, the restaurant was scarce with customers, meaning it's usually just us and one other customer. It's like that kind of restaurant  that's probably super busy over lunch time but not dinner time.. But I digress... Well, the first time we went to this restaurant the food was good and the service, well... same-old, same-old of a local pho place... but always the same-old, same-old curious looks, curious questions and... And after eight and a half years of dating, being engaged and marrying a man outside of my culture - it's just getting plain-old BORING an...

I Choo-Choo Choose You! Damn skippy...Son! Y'all know the drill... My Babo says the darnest things!  It's been a while since I've posted one of these... A smidge over three months... And here they are, as usual, I will try my best to provide you with a backstory: Backstory: I try my best to speak well... I had teachers who would correct the way we spoke in class... So it kinda stuck with me... Now, I kinda catch myself correcting people's grammar... (but only the same ones that the teachers would correct... cause let's face it- y'all can read my grammar ain't top notch.... I hate using periods at end of sentences.... like a single period - I dunno why) OK back to the story... There was a day where he got to correct me:  "I love it when I get to correct your grammar!" And the he did his wiggle dance... Backstory: My Babo weighs a good buck-35 - he likes to say 38 - but c'mon we all know those are his jeans adding a few extra lbs.....

I would like to begin with a disclaimer: I am not a love or relationship expert by any stretch of the imagination. I have been thinking about writing this post for a while but have been debating because I do not want to come off as having all the answers...because I DON'T. A while back  +Victor Ngo and I talked about how we are going to raise our kids... And someone asked us, "You guys already talked about that?" And I thought to myself... umm yeah...!?! I have always been the kind of person that needs to talk EVERYTHING out! I need to have conversations to certify and solidify things... let's just say I am a therapists' dream come true (or worst nightmare...hmmm) On our first official date, Vinh talked about wanting 10 kids...! Anyways, as Vinh and I began dating - I wasn't ok with being called "Babe" until we actually talked about being exclusive because I didn't feel right having a pet name if I was still seeing other guys or vic...