As you might have guessed, I love beauty blogs. I love reading about makeup. I love reading about eyeshadow colors I would never wear, and eyeshadow colors that I must have immediately OH MY GOD WHAT IF THEY STOP MAKING THAT I BETTER ORDER IT RIGHT NOW. I love seeing what other people are buying. I love seeing what color nail polish Evil Angel is wearing today. I love learning about perfumes that incorporate fragrance notes I’ve never heard of. I love all of it.
But. I have a bone to pick.
As you might have guessed by my blog title, I’m a chubby girl. Short, fat, and proud of that, just like Winnie the Pooh. And it’s my feeling that beauty/makeup bloggery could use a good dose of self acceptance, and size acceptance in particular. [I know, I know, I just said I didn’t intend this to be a beauty blog. I’m still honing my focus here! Or maybe I’m just a hypocrite! Either way!] Oh, I know that there are plenty of size- and body-positive beauty writers out there. But–depressingly to me, in this day and age–I still see TONS who regard weight loss as another task to undertake in the name of “attractiveness.”
In my view, this is horseshit.
In my view, makeup and beauty products (and clothes, and jewelry, and shoes, and fancy handknit scarves, and perfume, and all the other girly accoutrements with which I like to adorn my stumpy little frame) are there to make me feel good. I wear them because I like myself, and because I like to fancy myself up occasionally. They’re like the icing on a cake made of awesome.
I do NOT use makeup as a way to “disguise my flaws,” “perfect my complexion,” “minimize my pores,” “make my hideous visage marginally less offensive to the general public,” or whatever the hell euphemism the beauty marketing folks are using these days. I do it because, while it’s been some time since I felt the urge to, say, dye my hair green, I do enjoy putting green stuff on my eyelids from time to time. [Not that there’s anything wrong with having green hair! Or blue hair, or pink hair, or gray hair, or no hair!] I do it purely in the name of fun and enjoyment and out of a love of color.
And as a corollary, I do not undertake any activity with the specific goal of weight loss. Like most women, I’ve been through a ton of crap in terms of body image. It’s taken me YEARS to come to terms with how I look. And at this point in my life, I like myself enough that I’m done attempting to change the size or shape of my body, especially not in the name of something as capricious as “fashion.” I will never look like Angelina Jolie. Hell, I will never look like Crystal Renn. And you know, that’s OK. (Although I did model for Torrid for approximately three minutes. OK, five hours. Trufax!)
I don’t want to get too heavily (har!) into fat acceptance here, and in fact I don’t have any immediate plans to write about it again. Other bloggers have covered this territory better and more thoroughly than I ever could, and if you’re waging war with your body, I strongly urge you to read up on this stuff. I just wanted to give a little bit of background on why I am, unapologetically, La Principessa Grassa, and not just La Principessa.
I know who I am. And who I am is short and chubby and apparently so obsessed with Depravity perfume by Haus of Gloi that she reapplies it after work so she can smell good while sitting on the couch reading beauty blogs.
OK, I swear I’m done with the navel-gazery for at least a few days! This weekend: food, knitting, and anything else interesting that comes along.