LaThickums

I can't believe it's been so long without writing a single blog entry. I have been swallowed by the ups and downs of this overwhelming  life. Made me realize how it relates to self appreciation. You look at yourself and start questioning yourself  because wow self-love isn’t linear and there are good days and bad days. Sometimes I am convinced  that my image and my body is the sole reason for my loneliness🤣  I would cry every day because of the huge pile of flesh smirking at me  in the mirror.                          Now that got me reflecting about my first bikini shoot as a plus size model. i was tense even though i was in a comfortable space. i tried so hard to keep hiding myself behind the rob much to the irritation of the photographer. Thus as I had anticipated it cost me a shoot with a particular lingerie brand. Now as I write many ideas cross my mind as to how I could have done things diff...

simple yet versatile Timeless and ageless so is the little black dress in my spare time i still find myself some little poetic lines. i miss doing public speaking. All these memories been brought back by my little black dress. Besides, the fact that i am a lover of short dresses this lil black number is at heart. Nothing beats the confidence under your own skin.. in a lil dress😊. Any thick girl can relate to the freedom that comes with taking a day off the jeans 😂. Its a day off jumping and squeezing yourself into one tight jean. So today as i gloat with my little number( allow me to), I have decided to share some fashion tips with my fellow thickums. T he little black dress is a wardrobe must have. if you are like me ( pretty good at showing off) go for something that will accentuate your curves. This means its imperative that you get to know your body shape. The perfect little black dress is a fashion staple. It’s versatile, working hard from day to nigh...

From top to bottom I have always wanted to be flawless. We all wish for perfection don't we. Why don't we understand that genetics can't be antagonized. Do I have to apply filter in every picture I take. I ponder. I know I am beautiful but these lines are lighter than my complexion. I call them my straw coloured waves. Believe me I hate them. Hate is even superficial, I loathe them. I am ashamed. Ignorance?  pure bliss or plain stupidity In my early years I would laugh and troll people with stretch marks. To make matters worse in my society people would say that it's a sign/ indicator of sexual prowess. OH MY God really , so we got Goddesses strutting in this little country, I would laugh my lungs out. I don't know who had appointed me to be a judge . Little did I know that this sporty figure was going to change for good. It jus had to lie in wait for me post my seventeenth birthday. Boom the wavy, ugly ( so I thought) lines made it to my boobs. For God...

So Donatella Versace has for the first time included three plus size models in her troupe. What a time to be alive in the year of covid!!!!.  Fenty also had my huge heart leaping. The different bodies well represented for both genders. Lizzo is a part of it too. Finally things are taking shape right. But my huge heart hurts. I have always wanted to be a model . I have never felt confident. As I write this I am reflecting on one of the opportunities I let pass by. I chickened out. I thought I wouldn't be enough and competitive. I thought my curves, humps and ridges wouldn't be really sexy  strutting/ posing in a bikini.  There is this inner voice that asked me:How could I make it without even trying. Why was I chickening out but what will people think of me became my everyday answer. As an individual I thought I was confident. I used to  be a public speaker for Christ sake. I have always loved the camera ( much to the annoyance to my boyfriend😊).   I felt p...

The  heterosexual girls with thunder thighs, saggy breasts, flabby arms, huge rounded bellies and back fat: dating has never been an easy stroll in the park.. We have been bashed and have become insecure. We have become cautious. We have come out of relationships with people who felt they could become certified personal trainers/ dietitians based on our bodies. We have survived people with big girl fetishes. We have asked ourselves if we are so unlucky in love. Sometimes we have fallen out of love and never wished to go back at it again. We have taken the blame and thought maybe we the ones sending the wrong signals. Are we that ugly such that we always attracting the wrong undesirable men.No girl double check the history  it was never your fault. For some reason people don't want to admit they like big girls (I know they will say I am speculating). But they be busy in our social media DMs and oh yes those porn videos with lots of views feature in a plus size woman...

  In a world where image is supreme. The mirror has become an agent of self identification, self interrogation, self standardization against socially and culturally imposed aesthetics. Thick, bigger and voluptuous women bear the brunt. They have become insecure. They have been called names ranging from unpleasant to promiscuous. They have been told to consider 'image' when dressing up. This image is basically how one feels and thinks towards one's body. Body image refers to personal constructions and public projections on our bodies in conformity with beauty 'parameters' In my culture full figure was celebrated In my culture plus size was a norm In my culture fat went hand in glove with rich Plump & hardworking were synonymous . Body shaming :what, how, why, what and when. Dark colonial constructs? Social media? Peer influence? Ignorance? Well the list of reasons is endless. To the thick girl out there (myself included) rather be defiant. The vir...

  As i reach out for my PC to enter this blog post am not really sure how my entry is going to affect the next person. But then, lets bear in mind these are just personal views. We are all entitled to opinions aren`t we? When i began blogging i told myself this is going to be a platform for sharing my thoughts,feelings, views and emotions. i just come through as one fat girl with no writing background whatsoever. Am just a town planner who is just about to become an urban designer.😊 Anyway, that is a story for another day. today i just want to let out my frustrations . Why is being fat associated with being ugly?No matter how sincere or pure your intentions are. I am tired of people telling me ' oh you are not fat,you are beautiful'. Oh boy the toxic levels in this backhanded compliment, i cant breath. Of course i never said i am ugly. please try and unlearn such tendencies. fat is a noun, fat is a mere adjective. In the midst of my tiredness/bitterness i have learnt to love...