wild that plus size fashion is the entry point for pretty much every mainstream conversation about fatness and acceptability and yet fat people can still walk into the the majority of stores in America and find nothing to wear
I'm team yes, but pineapple on pizza is controversial, I get it. But whoever made my pizza at Domino's last night and decided subbing steak in for ham was fine either has the wildest palate I've ever encountered or was trying to teach me a lesson.
yes it's the middle of August and I'm watching Christmas Inheritance because The White Lotus left me EXHAUSTED and I need a Jake Lacy palate cleanser, okay
woke up to a series of voice messages between two very drunk friends in a group chat that ended with "and drink some water... Brittany would want us to drink water" so I'm proud to announce that hydration police is officially my brand
will never understand why plus brands who claim to want to *really* reach plus women consistently choose to collab with celebs who don't seem to understand anything beyond the absolute most basic, banal ideas about existing as a fat person in public
https://t.co/fIPc5EcH21
Without fail, the first day of the year that hits 60°F still instantly morphs my brain into a feral creature who screams ceaselessly about how I need sundresses NOW as if I have been outside for more than ten minutes even once in the past year
I know we’re supposed to be banishing the exclamation point, I KNOW I have to stop inferring tone in text, but when I offer to inconvenience myself and get an email back that says “Thanks.”, there will always be a little part of me that wants to hit the sender with my car!!! :)))
Just a reminder of what those Capitol steps looked like during BLM protests. Miss me with the “overwhelmed” and “unprepared” law enforcement. There’s no such thing.
There are so many folks currently in prison who spend decades trying to do everything right. Not getting in trouble, taking every class available, being a mentor to others, just for a chance to be *considered* for clemency. For a chance to go home. I'm thinking of them right now.
I love ending professional emails with “thanks in advance for your understanding” because it reads much better than “AND IF YOU YELL AT ME FOR THIS I WILL CRY”
My sister just loudly and impulsively hollered “FUCK!!!” in the middle of our backyard and unfortunately there’s no good way to explain to our neighbors that it’s not because we’re fighting but because my dad put “Christmas Eve In Washington” on the speakers.