First of all, plus-size is such an annoying term. But I don’t want to say that I’m a ‘bigger gal’ or that I’m ‘chunky’. I’m just not thin. And I’m not saying that in a woeful sad way. Nor am I thrilled with my body. Like many mothers, I just never lost the baby weight. I’m not happy about this, but I can’t live my life beating myself up about the size of my thighs.
For a few years, after I had my son, I would mainly wear black and navy. I would hide behind/in dark colours, as I thought that they disguised the excess weight. But the thing is, wearing all black doesn’t make you look 30 pounds lighter. And it doesn’t make you invisible. But when you’re overweight, you often don’t want anyone to look at you. You don’t want to stand out in a crowd.
But even when I was slim, I had issues with my body. I would always wear tops with three-quarter sleeves or wear a cardigan with my vest/tank top as I didn’t want anyone to see the stretch marks on my upper arms. I would wear darker colours on the bottom to distract from my bum. But something has happened at the ripe age of 43. Technically it began at 41. I am finally coming to terms with being plus-size. And even though I’m four stone heavier than I should be, I’ve decided not to let that ruin my love of fashion.
I love florals and prints. I love bright colours. I love leopard. And I’m going to wear them. Sometimes all at once. I am not going to let my lack of body confidence stop me from enjoying fashion. I’m not going to dress in clothes that make me feel happy. Who cares if you can see my size 20 thighs jiggling in my bright pink trousers. Just because I am plus-size, it doesn’t mean that I have to give up on my style.
Jumper: ASOS (current)
Trousers: M&S (SS18)
Brogues: Clarks (AW16)