Dummyfingers
Well-known member
I’m on a rant here tattlers, I’m completely triggered!
Imagine bragging about the size of your clothes constantly on Instagram?
I wear a 14/16 sometimes an 18 and I couldn’t care less about the label. I buy classic items that last more than a season, often spending a little more but buying less. I buy second hand expensive items from EBay or charity shops and have them altered. Faddy trainers at half your salary? I wouldn’t wear them for free!
Last week I wore a size 16/18 sheer sexy bodysuit to bed (it was bank holiday) and my partner didn’t ask what size it was, they just said how beautiful I looked. After a bit of “relaxing”, we got up, drank a bottle of wine and had a massive Indian takeaway.
Fopps: you’re missing out on living your actual life because you’re bleating on about being thin and sizing down and getting work done to your face! Honestly, you are boring everyone to tears.
I don’t give a fuck how many calories are in an ice-lolly.
I don’t give a fuck what size your endless purchases are.
I’m heavier than I was 5 years ago, but I’ve bagged the hottest partner (IMO) because (she tells me), I’m fun, carefree, real and a confident in my own skin, whatever size!
My partner has Botox and is a gym freak, I’m completely natural (for now) and the gym is my worst nightmare.
I really wish Fopps would read this and stop perpetuating the idea that “there’s no bigger room than the room for self-improvement”. You can stand still, be in your body and be happy, whatever the size.
I love the space I take up in the world, and I don’t need to constantly hear I need to size-fucking-down to be my best self. It is so damaging.
Rant over.
Imagine bragging about the size of your clothes constantly on Instagram?
I wear a 14/16 sometimes an 18 and I couldn’t care less about the label. I buy classic items that last more than a season, often spending a little more but buying less. I buy second hand expensive items from EBay or charity shops and have them altered. Faddy trainers at half your salary? I wouldn’t wear them for free!
Last week I wore a size 16/18 sheer sexy bodysuit to bed (it was bank holiday) and my partner didn’t ask what size it was, they just said how beautiful I looked. After a bit of “relaxing”, we got up, drank a bottle of wine and had a massive Indian takeaway.
Fopps: you’re missing out on living your actual life because you’re bleating on about being thin and sizing down and getting work done to your face! Honestly, you are boring everyone to tears.
I don’t give a fuck how many calories are in an ice-lolly.
I don’t give a fuck what size your endless purchases are.
I’m heavier than I was 5 years ago, but I’ve bagged the hottest partner (IMO) because (she tells me), I’m fun, carefree, real and a confident in my own skin, whatever size!
My partner has Botox and is a gym freak, I’m completely natural (for now) and the gym is my worst nightmare.
I really wish Fopps would read this and stop perpetuating the idea that “there’s no bigger room than the room for self-improvement”. You can stand still, be in your body and be happy, whatever the size.
I love the space I take up in the world, and I don’t need to constantly hear I need to size-fucking-down to be my best self. It is so damaging.
Rant over.