NY #PRIDE with @roxvrox three years ago to the day.👯🌈💗☀️
Good morning (via shadood): Coffee has never tasted so sweet.
- white polka dot shades: QUAY eyewear
- red lips: NARS ‘Jungle Red’
- new tats: Karen Glass at 8 Of Swords
- floral dress: Jessica Simpson brand (yessss) via the BON TON last summer in Lancaster PA
I haven’t posted outfit photos mostly because I don’t have a boyfriend. If you find this to be a shitty excuse, kindly read more on photographer boyfriends (it’s a thing) here. My roommate Chelsea says she’s interested in getting more into photography with her fancy camera so perhaps we together will subvert the style blogger status quo and change the world.
This is a photo from my birthday a few weeks ago. Amber and my sea creature tattoos were out in full force so we took this joyous photo together, aptly titled “Sea World.” I had a cool outfit on but you can only see half of it here - we’re sadly missing sheer off-white floral tights and white and blue Dr. Marten’s I thrifted in PA. I’ve collected some similar almost-blog-worthy cute photos to share here but hopefully Chelsea will become my photographer boyfriend soon enough.
Every time you say “You’re not fat, you’re pretty” you are implying that I can’t be both.
You are saying there is something wrong with being fat.
I’m fat, and I’m down with that and you will not ignore my body because it makes you uncomfortable.
Fat positivity does not equal body dysmorphia. I’m not fishing for compliments. If I call myself fat in any context, it is not self-hating or deprecating. Please do not mess with my (or anyone’s) empowerment because you’re sorely mistaken.
My grief taught me things. It showed me shades and hues I couldn’t have otherwise seen. It required me to suffer. It compelled me to reach.
So it’s 80 degrees in NYC and the sun is setting and I am not at a Memorial Day barbeque but instead I am reading the end of this book Tiny Beautiful Things because I am in a weird mood. I stumbled upon this piece about grief, which I’ve been feeling a lot of this weekend, thinking about how it has been 6 months since Roxy passed away. I came across one line I had to read over and over: “My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger.”
I don’t know what else to say at the moment but I urge you all to check Strayed’s writing out if you’ve experienced sudden and inexplicable loss at any point. You will feel stronger and be better for it.
To the mainstream media, the fashion industry, internet bullies, and anyone else who thinks it’s their right to try to make us feel less than because of their insecurities. Fuck you. #everyBODYisflawless #fatisnotaflaw. Love, Gabifresh, Tess Munster, and NadiaAboulhosn <3 To see more, check my blog post!
I find this to be incredibly empowering. Thanks Gabi, Tess, and Nadia - I’m really glad to know you on and offline.