Lady in Red...and Purple!

So, Saturday night a couple of friends and I were going to a cultural event of sorts (which actually we couldn't get into because there was only one ticket left and three of us!) But I digress, on Saturday afternoon I figured I should go find a dress to look all kinds of pretty in for the evenings events, since I'm so not a dress girl I obviously don't really own any.

Now I usually love shopping, except for the whole trying to wriggle into jeans and bottoms and what not due to my hips, but I walked into Macy's figuring I would find nothing since designers don't like to actually make things for girls of my size.

Usually I can fit into a size 16 but of course 14 was the biggest size in the department. So, I braved it (I really had my heart set on purchasing a dress!) I grabbed the 14 of a really pretty purple dress and decided to give it a go. And don't you know it actually fit!!

(The dress in all it's glory...and yes I look like a Red Hat Society Lady)

I know right, completely joyous occasion in my life. Okay, so it was slightly difficult to breathe but I could sit in it so no biggie. I was just so thrilled by the dress situation I figured a complete post dedicated to it was indeed necessary =)

Big Girl Bookworm

I love to read!

It's as simple as that. Now, as for the stuff I read , it ranges depending on my mood. Some days it's a lovely Stephen King thriller or other times an action packed romance like Twilight (yes, I'm quite the fan-girl with that novel.) And my current favorite book has to be The Perks of Being a Wallflower (really, you need to read it!) But the books that prompted this entry are written by Meg Cabot, of The Princess Diaries fame.

Size 12 is Not Fat, Size 14 is Not Fat Either, and Big Boned are in a series surrounding an ex-pop sensation named Heather Wells who traded in her microphone for a Dove Bar after getting fired from her record label.

Cabot has created a voice for the plus sized youth in Wells. In the first chapter of the first novel, Wells shows her stance on weight issues while trying on clothes in a typical New York City boutique. When she overhears an employee explaining vanity sizes (when bigger sizes are labeled as smaller sizes) to a size two, chipmunk look alike, Heather exclaims that "The average American woman is a size 12!"

After reading the first one I rushed out and bought the sequels. (Yes, this was back in July and I didn't actually finish them until just this week but still.) I think any larger ladies would find Cabot's look through the eyes of a plus sized twenty something as a comical and honest portrayal of something they may talk about with friends.

So ladies, run out and pick up Cabots series! There's romance, pesky exes, mystery, and of course food. Yeah, I basically just did a mini review on the series but I couldn't help plugging it. Now go and read!

Let's do the Time Warp again!

Over the weekend, my friends and I had a blast in the past. We decided to journey back to yester-year and take part in a yearly tradition known as the Renaissance Festival....yes, we are that lame. Surprisingly it was the best time I have had in the last month!

(Our Knight in Shining Armor)

Everyone seemed so joyous to be there and the employees even seemed to actually like their job, completely unheard of I know. Not even when the monsoon passed through did the fun stop, though ponchos were immediately purchased by yours truly.

(Us in our very fashionable bright yellow ponchos)

But by far, the best part of the day was when our group decided to get a medieval picture taken. It was fabulous for sure. All of us girls were wenches and we learned a fun fact from the times.... boobs were like a weapon!

(What? Busty Wenches constantly hung out with both Wizards and Pirates.)

The ladies who worked there had all of us laced into corset like contraptions that hoisted the girls up and out. And this is when I had an epiphany of sorts. Larger women were revered during the middle ages.

Of my group of friends, I'm definitely the most corpulent. But, while all dressed up, I was the one that garnered all of the attention. (Yes, I'm sure the cleavage helped a bit too!) But, it made me think, I wish everyday was the Renaissance Festival. Not only for the amazing fun that it was but so that maybe larger women could once again be revered!

Big is Beautiful

A musician by the name of Mika has become one of my new favorite artists and a song I recently discovered has helped. The song is called "Big Girl (You are Beautiful)." Excuse the cliché but it really is a breath of fresh air. Big girls around the world can finally have a new anthem to be proud of. 

It's nice to finally see a celebrity embracing women with curves. And the fact that it is a man makes it even better. This shows women everywhere that being a little meaty is a beautiful thing. Keep up the good work Mika!  

I encourage everyone to click the link and get inspired. Enjoy =)

Good morning...Equality

Congratulate me, after almost three long (money-less) months I finally got a new job. I now work at the front of the house at a local theater and, already, after three days I have multiple things to complain about. Yes, I am just that whiny =)

 First off, when you are in charge of a specific booth, wouldn't that mean that you should probably be the only one who is in charge of that booth? See, that's what I thought and ended up being completely uprooted by someone else! I had all my numbers right and my money count was perfect... that is until after the show.

 Yes, I somehow walked out of the theater with way less money than books that I sold. Now, I'm no great mathematician but I am well aware of adding and subtracting. The point is, because of someone else's pushiness to sell I looked like an idiot on only my second day of work! But, I can get over that, however the next complaint will continue to bug me.

While I have always been a big fan of theater (at least since I was in the drama club in high school) I have never been able to understand why there are rarely any plays or musicals that have plus sized girls as the lead. Yes, Hairspray is one of the few, and in my opinion one of the greats, but it's all alone. When The Little Mermaid hit broadway I looked forward to a big woman owning the stage as Ursula. However, when I finally saw pictures, I was sad to see that the woman playing her was not as voluptuous as the seawitch from the film (a costume can only do so much!)

So now, I beg of the great white way to let us plump ladies showcase our talents in roles that are meant for a bigger woman. As for playwrights, catch up with the world! Start writing shows that have the average sized woman as the heroine. I look forward to the day when I can see multiple shows where the leading ladies love their carbs and the featherweights play second fiddle!

When is it time to go to the dentist.....Tooth hurty! Hey oh!

I hate the dentist.

About three weeks ago I went to my yearly check up (for the first time in two years) and found out I had some cavities, yeah yeah that's what I get for avoiding the place for so long. I decided to get two done then and two more done yesterday. Here's where my problem with the dentist comes in. The novocaine. 

Yes, at the time novocaine is fantastic... you can't feel a thing! But, afterwards I start feeling like I didn't actually go in for a cavity but rather to get injections to make my lips look like Angelina Jolie's.

Then, during the procedure, the dentist always seems to want to ask you questions. And when you answer... they actually understand what you're saying! They must master the art of mumble in dental school.

Well, it's been a whole six hours, time for another dose of Ibuprofen. I can't wait to do it again next year...*thumbs up*

But I don't wanna!

Change. Some of the best quotes known to man have been those regarding change. So then why is it that change is the most difficult thing for someone to go through? Even when it is the smallest, most insignificant change, such as the one that prompted this topic. Yes, I am referring to the fact that Facebook finally decided to thrust its new layout upon me.

I must say, I am absolutely devastated by this transition. How am I supposed to creep on my friends in an effective manner when I can't even figure out how to write on their wall?

For all of you that are also addicts to the social networking site, you probably understand where I'm coming from. But for the few that are not, I'm sure you're calling me pathetic... and you would be very correct! I just can't help it, it's like a drug, I must have it, but not in this new form of which I am not used to. 

Well, I better go spend the next several hours procrastinating on my homework by trying to figure this mess out. Wish me luck!