Somewhere in the middle...

So, I did cut it. It's somewhere between the two pictures I posted earlier. I call it my "Inner Amy Williams." A-Dubs, as she is known, has the best hair all the time. Slightly shaggy and always stylish. I hope I can rock it as well as she can. I'll have to take some pics this weekend and post them. I also want to write a real update. Lots of changes around here. I'm diggin' life right now.

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Blissful Bites #8

I haven’t been checked in for a while. I find that after long days at work, it’s challenging to come home and get online. I have lots of stuff I often want to share, and no energy to do so. I am working on that. This week’s blissful bites includes a week of the hubs getting off work early and having dinner ready when I got home from work! You see, I cook in our house. Pretty much every day, I am responsible for dinner. I get home usually about 30 minutes to an hour before him, so it makes sense. But this week has been lovely! We (or maybe just me?!) are dreaming of the time that his schedule will permanently change and the cooking responsibilities will be shared more often. Sun breaks! I was born and raised in Oregon. The rain does not faze me. To be honest, I get more annoyed with all the complaining about the rain, than the rain itself. This week has been particularly rainy, and I have completely enjoyed the sun breaks we have had. I try to find a sunny spot and soak i...

There are so many reasons why I should hate this photo, but I don't.

I participated in a photo shoot for an event called the #suitupcampaign. It is the hope of the woman organizing it to have a more varied representation of body types in swim suits, which would in turn invite other women to feel comfortable "suiting up" for summer if they saw bodies that looked like theirs. I was asked to submit a picture of my suit and so I set out to take a couple selfies. As I was going through them and I started to notice something; I looked beautiful. As a fat, white, cisgender, femme-presenting, often mis-identified queer woman who is currently partnered with a cisgender man, I have received many messages about my body over the course of my life. From a very young age my body was labeled as fat. I understood the resounding message that my worth was directly tied to in how much space I was supposed to take up in the world. I understood that it was always open season on my body - from family, friends, doctors and even stranger...

The look that started it all...

When I began my new attempt at fashion/photo taking journey it sprung from this cute picture. I was reading a bunch of articles by Lesley Kinzel and she kept showing up in these cute little dresses with leggings and a shirt tied high. I loved the look and again, was convinced that it would not work on my body type. This is an ongoing narrative in so many peoples lives. "I can't wear this, it's not right for my body." "I can't cut my hair that short, my face is too fat." "I can't show my arms because they jiggle." All these are excuses that get in the way of living a full life, a life that we deserve. I can't how many times I have allowed myself to miss out on an adventure, both big and small, out of fear of how my body may be perceived or fear that it/I won't be accepted. I am tired of feeling that way. I am tired of feeling like I don't deserve to feel good in what I am wearing, how I want to move my body and wh...

It's mine so hush...

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