“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow up to be”

-J.K. Rowling

 

Hello my lovelies!

 

I think I speak for all women and non-binary feminine looking individuals when I say that being told what to wear, or not wear, is extremely annoying, to put it lightly. We’re constantly bombarded with fashion “rules” that we must adhere to, and if we don’t, we’re ill-equipped to hang with the best of them. Are you a naturally flat chested person? No cleavage shirts for you. On the thicker side? No tight dresses. We live in a world where fashion magazines get to dictate what body parts are in, as if there’s some magical button we can push to become thinner, bigger-boobed, or anything else that society now enjoys about a traditional woman’s body. We’re meant to be cartoon versions of ourselves; nice to look at, not at all realistically attainable.

And you know what I say to all of that? Nah.

If you’re an A cup, you can rock that low cut crop top. A size 24 can absolutely murder a bodycon. Big hips can smash those horizontal stripes. A boyish figure can be stunning in an evening gown. The only ugliness going on in these situations are from the judgmental dinguses that have the audacity to tell someone what to do with their bodies in the first place. An ugly attitude is far worse than some questionable pants.

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My body has gotten me through a lot. It’s gone through major weight gains and losses, a smorgasbord of medical issues, and that dreaded puberty thing. My body has done some really amazing things, and some not so amazing things, but ultimately it’s my body, and I only have one of those. I take care of it by eating right, exercising when I think about it, and practicing other forms of self care. So excuse me fashion police, while I choose to wear what I want and express my body in ways that might make you uncomfortable. I’m not too fat, too skinny, too thick, too thin for anything; I’m pretty neat the way I am.

I’ve got stretch marks on my boobs, thighs, and arms. I’ve got cellulite in places I don’t always want it. I’ve got the little tummy pouch where my uterus goes. I have hair on my legs, in my armpits, and on my face. I have mangled feet from years of athleticism. I have scars from good ideas gone bad. I’ve got a big butt and bigger thighs to go with it. I have body acne that can’t be covered up all the time. I’ve got all of this, and I’m still a fashionable, beautiful, kind, intelligent human being, and so are you.

To all of those fashion magazines, editors, designers, and other nay-sayers: I’ll wear what I want, thank you.

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And with that, I introduce my bad bitch look from Friday night, because I am a boss lady of my own little empire, and you can be too.

 

The Outfit:

 

 

 

Outfit Details:

Jumpsuit – Express (Purchase here).

Coat – Who What Wear via Target (Similar here).

Shoes – Sam Edelman (Purchase here).

Bag – Steve Madden (Similar here).

Earrings – Target (Similar here).

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That’s all I have for you guys today. Please remember to like, comment, and subscribe, it really helps me out. Also don’t forget to have a magnificent Monday.

 

Stay beautiful!

 

 

Disclaimer: I will never edit my pictures in a way that misrepresents my natural weight and body type. Some Links may be affiliate links. All opinions are my own