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Can I Handle a Model Search?

Wow… the response to my last post was amazing. All y’all rock! And it’s really great to know that I’m not the only one with problems leftover from childhood relating to my weight. Again, thanks for all your great responses and bloggy love!

Well, I’ve been trying to figure out how to “Think Positive” about myself and how to changes my eating patterns and habits. Here’s hoping, right? One thing I’ve discovered during all my blog reading is a search for a Plus Size Model. Uhhhh what?

Never in a million years did I think I would apply for a model search. I generally ignore all things in the fashion world. Not because they wouldn’t fit me, but because for the most part, they are horribly ugly. I mean really, who wears that stuff besides gazillionaires with zero sense of fashion?

Ugh, tangent.

So yes, I am actually sending in pictures to join this model search. I don’t think I look 34, but hey, maybe I do. IF I am actually chosen, y’all will certainly hear about it. I’ll be asking for your support, of course. 😀


I’m Happy With Myself, So Why Can’t Others Leave My Weight Alone?

I struggle with a lot about my childhood a good chunk of the time. It seems that lately with all our discussions about children it’s about what happened to us and will we teach it to our kids. It never really dawned on me until recently how truly screwed up my perception of food and body image truly is and how I refuse to make my kids have the same issues. I can’t say when I had healthy eating habits between the starvation diet/ diet pills in college, saving my Weight watchers point to have treats and sweets, and just not eating balanced meals.

Me @ 10 years old, mom, older brother

It sorta all started when I was put on Weight Watchers at the far too young age of 12. After all, I had to look good for my bat mitzvah the following year, didn’t I? I was digging through all the old pictures in my computer and it’s kinda weird to see all the weight fluctuations I had over the last 2 decades. And oddly enough, the smaller I was, the more sickly I looked. I do know losing weight will help get pregnant, but I also know tons of women that got pregnant being overweight/ obese/ whatever you use to refer to being fat. Yes, fat. I know that I am.

25 years old (Lowest weight I believe)

Steve and I were talking about weight loss surgery this morning. He works a 12-hour overnight shift and has a decent amount of free time to read the paper, watch TV, etc while making sure his client is OK and waiting on him when he wakes up. Last night there was an article in the paper about weight loss surgery. He knows I struggle with my weight. Or rather, that I did. I’ve mostly come to terms with it, but do know that I would feel better if I weighed less. However, the amazing husband that he is, he never once has ever said anything to me about losing weight. He thinks I am perfect. Sure, I think about having the surgery from time to time, but I can’t handle it financially especially without insurance. Will I ever get some form of WLS? Who knows.

27 years old (I think I look the best here)

My family on the other hand… totally different story. My mom was a size 4 when she married my father 39 years ago. Size 4. I think I was maybe a size 4 sometime in elementary school. Maybe. It seems that sometimes she resents having gained weight and is forever on a diet. Looking at pictures of myself growing up, I looked healthy. Sure, I was a chubby kid, but not dangerously so big that I was a sloth. Even in high school, when I felt like a cow, I was still relatively normal sized. Yet 2 years later, I stopped eating, started binge drinking and took diet pills as if my life depended on them. Oh the irony. I lost like 30 pounds in a month and was so proud of myself. Thinking about it now disgusts me. I visited one of my favorite high school teachers after the weight loss and she looked at me in absolute horror and asked what the hell happened to me.

That summer (1996) I went to camp and worked as a counselor. I honestly think that summer might’ve saved my life from the downward spiral I was on. I lost more weight by walking everywhere, hiked up and down the hills to my bunk and the rest of camp, and felt as good as I possibly could feel. I felt healthy. I looked healthy. I wish I could say that I quit drinking after that summer, but I still drank. After that summer when I broke up with my boyfriend, I went a little more crazy with the alcohol and frat parties until I quit permanently. I stayed the weight from camp for a while until it crept back on, but I was OK with that.

31 years old (I still wear that shirt..)

And me? I mentally see a tall beautiful woman in my mind. One that doesn’t have a huge pooch, fat thighs and arms, and 16 chins. I despise clothes shopping. To the point that I would rather do just about anything to avoid it. I shop online and even that is a chore and a half. Looking at the outfits I used to wear, apparently this loathing of clothes shopping is relatively recent in the last 5 or 6 years.

34 years old (highest weight)

Photo Credit: Emeric Photography

However, for the most part, I like myself. It’s been a very long journey and it’s not even remotely over yet. While I may not be anorexic (anymore) or bulimic, I do have an eating disorder. I barely eat. And when I do eat, I eat enough to satisfy the hunger pangs. I’ve been known to have popcorn as a meal, or 2 slices of bread and a piece of cheese for lunch. Yesterday, and the reason I started writing this post, I was mocked for being both fat and hungry. When I asked what was for lunch, I was asked if I really NEEDed to eat versus just wanting to eat. When I said yes, I was asked again. Each time had more of a holier than thou mocking than the next. I was ready to punch him in the face, but I restrained.

If I, the person living in and with this body, am OK with it, why in the freaking hell do other people make snarky and downright rude comments about it? I really and truly don’t understand where other people get off being complete jerks to other people when they know nothing about them. And it’s worse when it comes from family; the people that are supposed to love you no matter what.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Be kind to your friends and family members. Even the fat ones.


Heavy Post

The pun is fully intended in my subject. =D

I stumbled upon this amazing post on A Practical Wedding this afternoon and it just made me smile. If you follow me on Twitter, then you probably saw my tweet about it.

It is no secret that I’ve struggled with weight all my life. I was put onto Weight Watchers at the age of 12 when I had the least of my weight problems. My biggest accomplishment (as a 12 year old) was fitting into a pair of 28 waist Guess jeans. I hated changing in gym class and at camp. I’ve been a member of a handful of gyms. Lost up to 40 pounds several times in my life only to put it back on and more. I was forever comparing myself to my slimmer cousins and classmates. However, I didn’t eat to escape. I’m not an emotional eater. I watch what I eat and often forget to have actual meals. I feel lazy more often than not and know I should do something to change this. I know losing weight will certainly help when we start having children. Yes, I know the heavier you are the more difficulties a woman has getting pregnant.

The thing is, my last doctor couldn’t have been more thrilled about my tests and blood work. I have no health problems, perfect cholesterol and blood pressure, am not pre-diabetic or anything else. I am just fat. There, I said it. Did I mention that I come from a large Jewish family? Typically, Jews are not drinkers, we are eaters. At every family gathering the tables are practically buckling under the weight of food.

And nothing makes me feel worse about myself then buying clothes. I despise shopping. I don’t keep up with current trends. In fact, I could care less what skeletons on the runways are wearing. Show me a model with fat on her bones and I’m more likely to pay attention. Speaking of which, have you seen the Lane Bryant ad the networks are trying to ban?

I tried on my wedding dress last night and sent a picture to a few of my girlfriends. Aside from the comment about the bra sticking over the top, a good portion of them said the dress looked fantastic. That made my night. Sure, it’s a size I wish I didn’t fit into, but it still looks good on me. I know that on my wedding day, no one will care what size I wear (except maybe my mother) or how much arm fat I have. Those concerns will be mine alone. It also doesn’t hurt that Steve loves everything about me and never once made a crack about my weight.


Pretty Underthings

Where “polite society” may not want to discuss lingerie, brides are all about discussing it and trying to find the perfect items to shape and support under our wedding gowns. As a plus size bride, it’s been difficult finding what I am looking for mostly because my in-store local options are vastly limited. I cannot shop at Victoria’s Secret due to their bra sizes being far too small. I will not shop at Frederick’s of Hollywood due to, well, they sell a lot of trashy lingerie and I don’t feel like digging through it. Lane Bryant sells some, but mostly Spanx and pretty corsets.

So I turned to the internet. Ah the glorious internet. I won’t shop at any stores called “big girls bras” or the like. Instead I discovered sites like and Both have a wide variety of sizes in a huge selection of everything from bras, bustiers, corsets, panties, all over shapers and so much more. As someone who exclusively buys bras at Lane Bryant, these sites are a godsend with free or relatively low shipping and great return policies.

Now for the matter at hand. My dress has spaghetti straps and is fitted in the bodice, in true empire waist form, than completely flowing chiffon down to the floor. After many internal and twitter-fed debates, I am opting for Spanx and a strapless. Or maybe a strapless and a waist cincher. Or maybe a basque bra and Spanx. The possibilities are endless.

From HipsAndCurves, I purchased the following items and should have them this week. I’ve got no problem posting what I purchased, just don’t ever expect a picture of me in these things! Between these and the high waisted Spanx, which would you wear? I’m not too concerned about fashion; more concerned with comfort and doing their job! 😉

Daisy Embroidered Basque
Daisy basque bra, in white: Image source

Waist Cincher With Garter Straps
The waist cincher, in white. Image source

Flirty Ruffle Boyshort
Ruffle boy shorts, in black. Image source

OK, so the shorts aren’t for the wedding day

Are you a plus-sized bride? What are you wearing under your wedding dress? Do you have tried and true lingerie items you’d never want to be without? Please share!

And then go check out the amazing Plumage Blog.


You don’t alter Vera to fit you, you alter yourself to fit Vera

It’s not a Vera by any stretch of the imagination, but I just love that quote for it’s complete asinine-ness.

My dress situation is weird. When we got engaged in April 08, I ran out and bought the dress I’d tried on all 3 times I’d gone dress shopping and was crazy in love with it. A little less than a year later, we completely changed our wedding plans from big family and friends bash in Miami to tiny vacation week with a few family and friends in Vegas.

Most of you know that I’ve been trying to sell the dress. What you might not know is that it’s been on wedding boards since May. Realizing a sale may not happen, at least for the amount ($400 + shipping) that I want to recoup, I’m debating hacking up the dress. Yes, I said it, hacking it up.

I figure that one year on the classifieds boards will tell me the feasibility of selling it. Therefore, I am giving myself until May for it to sell. As in 4 months from now and around the time of graduation. This also gives me time to alter myself. Sad as it is, and for a very happy reason, I have gained a ridiculous amount of weight since purchasing the dress. Sure, the dress DOES have a corset back and DOES allow considerable loosening or tightening. But just how much do I need to drop to feel good wearing it again? That is the true question.

Clearly, I took these pictures 🙂

My question to you, my lovely blog friends… do you think this would look good at knee length or slightly longer? With maybe a dark blue petticoat underneath?

Sure, I don’t want to spend any more money on it, but as Meri pointed out, I will be spending money on a replacement dress. So if I can manage to alter it to my liking for about $200, the max I was planning on spending for a replacement, can I really complain?


Another Dress Choice

Yes, yes, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Things are really tight at home, financially, and I feel silly ogling pretty, not to mention expensive, things online for our wedding. Until last night, when right before the snores began, Steve muttered “you’re going to be my wife one day” … *melt*

Ok folks, this is my latest idea: the trumpet flare dress. What are your thoughts on how it’ll look on me? One of my bridesmaids is coming to town in December (YAY!!) and I’m thinking I might drag her back to DB with me. I adore it in this color, but wonder if it will work well with my ladies also wearing blue. Another alternative is Champagne or Orange. Crazy, I know. I’m going to check them out in all the colors next time I venture into DB.

Here is the latest picture of me… what do you think about this dress on this body? (Yes, I’m sideways, but it looks much better on my monitor this way.. haha)


I Will Be a Fat Bride

I recently found the blog Axis Of Fat via a link from I am in love. Seriously.
The initial post I read on the blog said what I’ve been thinking for a while now.

Here is an excerpt from her post, but you really gotta click over there to read it all and see her gorgeous pictures!
Fat Bride Survival Guide

When I got married I was a fat bride. In fact, I was fat when I got engaged – I was even *gasp* fat when Nick and I met! Despite having a well established, recognised and loved body shape before getting married I copped a huge amount of pressure to lose weight in the lead up to the wedding. For some reason, I had it in my head that my wedding day would be a celebration of love and happiness between Nick and I however it seemed that foolish me had little idea of the true wedding agenda – basically some kind of reality tv show where the ugly duckling turns gorgeous siren.

…read the rest…

And here is the comment I just made:
I will be a fat bride – getting married 10-10-10. And like most of the other posters, I’ve been fat my whole life. I made the mistake of buying my [wedding] gown at the lowest weight I’d been in ages, and then proceeded to gain 50lbs [in about a year]. Yeah, rather than alter the dress, or myself, drastically, I’m going to buy a new one that fits me and makes me feel gorgeous the way I look. I am so sick of friends and family telling me I need to lose weight for my wedding. My fiance adores me exactly the way I am! While I do wish I were smaller, I’m not going to hide who I am or pretend I’m someone that I’m not. I come from a fat family and will have fat babies. And I am OK with that.

You look absolutely gorgeous in your dress and the pictures posted here show a wonderful wedding day. And too true, the day is about celebrating love, not the way you look in a dress.


I will be the first to admit that I am not crazy about the way I look naked. But that’s what clothes are for; they disguise our flaws and make us feel better. If they didn’t, couture sure wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg! I hate looking at size tags and feel horrible knowing that I cannot shop in certain stores.

But what am I doing about it? I am lazy. There, I said it. I would rather knit or, *gasp*, study than work out. I would rather knit than go for a walk. But I will romp on the floor with Lola and run in circles with her. I am also taking belly dancing class. While it’s not a strenuous workout, but more like slightly faster paced yoga, I’m doing something. I have exercise DVDs that sit unwatched. Again, I am lazy.

I guess this is me finally admitting it, right? I have a screwed up body image – always have – and need to own up to it. I am getting married in *checks Facebook* 415 days. While I am going to try to lose weight, for my health, I’m not going to freak out if I can’t. No one should. Stupid fashion industry and their unrealistic model body shapes.

/end fat rant