Friday, 16 February 2018

Style: Lovedrobe Loves...

Hey you lovely lot! So, for those of you who follow me on social media, you will have no doubt seen that last week I shot with the lovely folk at Lovedrobe for their Lovedrobe Loves series. I headed over to Manchester where the brand is based last week to meet the lovely Katie and Liv where we spent the morning shooting in the nooks and crannies and back streets of the city. 

Jacket - ASOS// Blouse - Lovedrobe// Jeans - New Look// Shoes - ASOS

I chose two items from the range, which I then styled with my own clothes and accessories, I absolutely loved it because it gave me a chance to inject a bit of my own style and personality into the shoot. 



PHOTOGRAPHY - OLIVIA J PHOTOGRAPHY

The second look was a bit more girly (well for me anyway) but I really enjoyed trying something out of my comfort zone!

Skirt - Lovedrobe// Top - ASOS// Jacket - ASOS// Shoes - New Look




If you haven't seen it already, which you probably have because I've flogged the life out of it haha!! here is the video from the day too where you can hear my daft laugh and terrible accent!






















Thursday, 15 February 2018

Opinion - Random acts of Kindness

Kindness makes us happy

It is scientifically proven that being kind makes us happy! Little acts of kindness like holding a door open, letting someone in front of you in a queue or helping someone carry some bags can make you smile. So why not do it more often!
Kindness does not have to cost a penny. It can be totally free. If you like to play bingo online you will love this bingo card. See if you can complete a line of random acts of kindness.
You can also play the ‘pass it on’ game and encourage others to show how much they appreciate those around them. 































    Much Love, B Xx

















**This post is in collaboration with PaddyPower**


Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Style: Plus+ Book Launch

I just wanted to pop on very quickly to let you now about the book launch I attended this morning. I'm sure a lot of you know the work of Bethany Rutter (previously Arched Eyebrow), we've been blogging around the same time now, seven years, and she was one of the first bloggers I ever met! 



Bethany has written for several huge news outlets and does amazing work with plus size retailer Navabi as their Social Editor. She also designed a capsule collection for them which you can shop here.




Anyway, I digress... So Bethany has curated and edited a beautiful collection and celebration of plus size fashion in the book Plus+ - with a foreward written by Nicolette Mason and introduction by Bethany the book celebrates the best in Plus Size Street fashion, packed full of bloggers and influencers and general gorgeous fat babes.


Me and mega babe Stephanie


It really is a feast for the eyes and soul. Having myself grown up in a world with very little plus size representation, it is a sheer joy to finger through the perfectly put together pages, bursting with colour, style and bodies that look like mine... Well one of them is identical because it's me, but rest assured I would still be waxing lyrical if I wasn't in this book, because it's just delicious. 

Cheers pal!!

Shop the book here 


I've really had the loveliest day and just wanted to thank Bethany and Penguin books for the invite and for the book. Cheers pals! 



P.S. If you'd like to shop my look today I've popped the details in the caption below...

Jacket: (Similar)// T-Shirt: Monki// Trousers: (Similar)// Trainers - Adidas 






Monday, 12 February 2018

Opinion: Picking up the Crumbs

I Feel Pretty 


The latest in Hollywood's attempt to ingratiate the ever growing fat market. Except it's missing the mark so hard that it's landed somewhere in Australia I think. The premise is a slightly chubby girl, or what we used to call 'normal' before we finally woke up and realised there is no such thing as normal, falls and hits her head, wakes up to think she's gorgeous. 

Getty Images

Oh. Okay. Because without sustaining some kind of brain injury us fatties are unable to see ourselves as attractive? 



And to add insult to injury, this girl only thinks she's attractive because she thinks she's thin and gorgeous. Not because she can see her true beauty. Hilarious right? NO.

It's really insulting and I'm so bored of trying to be grateful for society's crumbs.

I'm Tired.


I'm tired of being told I should be grateful every time a brand expands its sizes. Because 9/10 times it's a piss poor attempt at making money from the round pound. It's waterfall cardigans and floral dresses, it's jolly leggings and swing dresses and I'm. Over. It. 

As always, being the most positive negative person I know, I can see the tide changing, I see brands doing amazing things, I see shifts in the media, better representation. But that doesn't mean we have to smile politely at every single thing. We are still allowed to stand up and demand more, be visible in every way possible, continue to fight the good fight so-to-speak.

Missguided doing it right with Enam Asiama



I want to be supportive, I want to applaud every new brand that launches, every existing brand who add a plus size section to their portfolio, but, that doesn't mean we have to accept any old rope.


How can we continue to facilitate change? 

We can give feedback, email brands congratulating them, saying what you liked, and what you didn't like. We can use our buying power. Support brands you love, spend your money with the brands you think are doing well. It's not easy and it's not an overnight thing (trust me, I'been banging this drum for over 20 years now), but I've seen real change and real progress and we have to keep supporting that. 



Sunday, 11 February 2018

Health: Your Stories - Iy

I am so thrilled to share the second in my 'Your Stories' series. 




**CONTENT WARNING** 

Today we explore PTSD and Self Harm with Iy. 












I have a tattoo on my right thigh. I had it done about 4 years ago; the first time I believed that self harm might be over for me. It’s a small poem that I wanted to have with me permanently. Six lines of simple typewriter script that embody an important part of my story. A tattoo seemed the perfect way to mark the progress I had made with my mental health. It was important to me to acknowledge that yes I have struggled and I have used my flesh to illustrate those troubles, but they don’t define me. I have hope.




If I were writing this for one of the mainstream mental health organisations I suspect this is where this piece would be cut. It would be a neat little story of redemption; unfortunately mental illness isn’t that tidy. The above is all true. I have made strides into a new life. I did want to commemorate my evolution, but I was also making a declaration of defiance. The fight isn’t over, you see. I am fairly certain now that it never will be. The urge to hurt myself has never completely left me. 

There have been relapses since then. Big & small. I have been doing well for what I consider a long time now. I am working towards the life I’ve always wanted. Trying new things, stretching myself. I’m sharing my life with someone in ways that I had long given up on. I haven’t cut for quite some time. I have begun to feel that I am wrestling back some control. 
It’s never that simple though, is it?

PTSD is a persistent foe. You can make progress & start to think maybe, just maybe you can actually defeat this bastard, but it knows you think that. 

It’s waiting for you to relax your hyper vigilance. The moment you begin to let go of the breath you’ve been holding for 18 years it will suck it in & grow.
Folks in your life see you gaining strength & think you’re better. There is no ‘better’.  There is managing ,
coping,
trying to live,
daring to live?

The good days can start to stack up. You can feel a safe distance from the horror, but you can never be sure. 

You can never be certain that a flashback won’t stun you like lightening. 
And stuck in that hot, white memory you could loosen your grip on the here & now.
The relative calm & safety could be shattered. Perhaps only for that instant. You could be lucky, those smells & fears could melt away. Current achievements or delights may well wash over you. It’s possible. That happens. 

You’ll make plans & take steps. But you’ll always be looking over your shoulder. The knowledge of the cruelty of your own mind will keep you rigid.

Because lightening does strike twice & thrice & ever & on.
With every thump of your heart you know you’re only one more squeeze from disaster. Where little sleep becomes none. The crazy creeps out from behind all those positive walls, it brings terror & tsunamis of grief. 
And the pills don’t work
Or Dr’s 
Or the life jacket you had to make with your bare hands. 

There is only one way to row to shore & it’s brutal. It’s hot blood dripping from your fingers; slippy yellow fat & an uncontrollable urge to cut a little deeper. 
Bleed a little more 
Wrapping up the unthinkable pain in the easy hurt of butchering yourself. 
This illness is being  awake in the night & writing so you won’t do. It’s ignoring the destructive comfort because you so desperately want this new, real life. 
And, yes, all those yous should be I’s. 
It’s my past, my pain, my unpredictable battle.

I never know when a bad day might become the worst day. I do know that I’m still fighting. It’s been a long road to get here, within hoping distance. I still have to make a decision everyday that I will not reach for that scalpel. I still have to convince myself that I deserve a happy ending. I want you to believe it too. Mental illness is insidious & it is vicious. You may never get ‘better’, but you can live.


With a combination of medication, therapy, love, luck & unrelenting hard fucking work; I am living. This is the recovery story I think needs to be told. The harder, messier story. 

That tattoo wasn’t a mistake. I still believe in those words.

You can follow Iy's blog at somethinginthewayshemoves.me







Thursday, 8 February 2018

Style: Nike Air Force One - Why every Wide Fit girl needs them!

Hello all! So as promised I'm going to intersperse the mental health series with fashiony/lifestyly bits... yes they are words because I said so. SO I was doing the school run in my Nike Air Force One trainers, which I've had since October, when it suddenly occurred to me... These are a wide fit girls dream! And that I should probably share that information with you! 

Nike Air Force One... A thing of beauty

Honestly, this isn't a sponsored post or anything, I just genuinely love them!

So, these are the bad boys in question, in all their pink glory. I ordered mine from ASOS but unfortunately, they don't have the pink in stock anymore, but they do have a whole myriad of other colours, I've linked the pink ones above from another retailer. 


So why are they a 'wide fit girls dream' you may ask? Well the style lends itself to a wider foot, the rounded toe and the way the stitching sits works really well and makes this a really roomy trainer. Size-wise they're mega generous too, I think I could have easily gone down a size to a 5, but, to be honest, I have a funny boney bit on my feet on it can get really sore and achy, so the extra room affords me a bit more comfort. 


I love the chunky sole on these Nikes too, I am sadly getting to that age where I can't wear a heel, but can't wear a flat. I'm basically my mother. But these are my optimum height, nice and chunky and oh so pretty. The retro feel makes me feel funky and not too much of a complete granny. 

The only problem is, I now want them in every colour...