I recently found the blog Axis Of Fat via a link from OffBeatBride.com. 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.
<3,
Becca
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
