Torridble :(

Armed with a xanax and some excitement I planned a shopping spree for my lunch hour.  That's right dear readers, I was making my first trip to a plus sized woman's clothing store (xanax was needed because what if they thought I was too thin to be shopping there?  Or thought I was just the right size?  I wasn't sure which made me more anxious!). I picked Torrid because I'm drooling over their new retro line- so very rockabilly which looks magical on women with curves.

Sure I could have ordered it online, but I'm fat and I'm proud and I wanted to try a real store.  I knew there was Torrid in the mall near my office. Imaging the new sexy capris and tattoo top I would be buying once I got there as I walked over on this beautiful early summer day.  Excitement overcame me that I might be a "small" again, if only in the plus size range!  

Only to find that Torrid  had gone out of business in that mall.

Devastated, I hit the Hot Topic sale and got an XXL tank top of the bride of Frankenstein for $9.99

What are your favorite plus sized stores?  Any that offer nice alternative, rockabilly or punky looks? thanks xox

Ma'am, would you like my seat?

So going from the skinniest girl in the room to being one of  the average-heavier girls changes how you view yourself.  It's societal, it's our culture and even though I pride myself on being on feminism, I'm still human.  But I'm getting better....

I recently visited my hometown of Toronto with Mr. Mallory [Back story: I have colitis and to make sure I didn't have a flare on this trip, I was liberal with the immodium.  To say I was bloated is an understatement- more on this later]. After a particularly exciting day, we took the subway back to our temporary home.  On the very crowded subway, a man looked at my belly and offered me his seat.  He thought I was pregnant.  So what did I do?


I took the seat of course!  There has to be some benefit to having bloated colitis belly and extra poundage.  If that means looking pregnant- well hey, free seat!

FRESHLY FAT or how I went from a size 0 to a fabulously curvy plus size and love it.

Just for the sake of argument, FAT now officially stands for Fabulous And Tempting. Got it?  Awesome :) And welcome to my very first ever blog.  Bear with me as I figure this out.

There are a lot of people who wouldn't call me fat- and that's ok.  You see that, like beauty, fat is in the eye of beholder. I went from a size 0 to very large double digit size.  Many reasons for this which I'll get into later (hell, its basically the point of my blog and how much I'm learning to love the bigger, better me), so even though I might not fit your definition of plus size, I fit mine. And I get to buy a new wardrobe.

Welcome to my ride- seatbelts optional :)