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The lovely, talented, and impressively foul-mouthed spinster-in-training has given me a blog award! Let’s all say it together: Aaaawwwwwww! So I’m going to pass it along, as you do with these things (apparently … this is the first one I’ve ever gotten, so what the hell do I know?).

  1. Say who gave you the award
  2. List ten things you like
  3. Pass the award on to ten other bloggers

Yes ma’am!

1. I believe it was … let’s see … it was someone with a bad word for a middle name … Kate Goddamn Harding? Graveyard Bloody Dirt? No, no, wait, it’s coming back to me now. It was KATHY FUCKING JACOBS!

2. Ten things I like? This should be easy. I like things!

  1. Hot tea
  2. Hot baths
  3. Cold Perrier
  4. Knitting socks
  5. Jogging
  6. Walks by the ocean
  7. Mister Principessa*
  8. My cat, the Piglet
  9. Writing blog entries
  10. Reading blog entries

3. Speaking of reading blog entries, here are ten other blogs I think you should be reading!

Makeuppy types:

And a few fancy fat ladies:

Many thanks to Ms. Fucking Jacobs for bestowing this prestigious honor upon me … it made my Sunday!

*Mister Principessa, upon reading this list, said, “I’m number seven. Number SEVEN. I’m behind Perrier, but just before the cat. Tea and baths I can understand, but I’m behind PERRIER?”

Published in: on November 7, 2010 at 4:39 pm  Comments (10)  
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Inaugural Outfit Of The Day Post

All right, people … I’M BACK.

New camera received–thanks Mom and Dad! It’s a Canon PowerShot SD 3500 IS, if that sort of thing means anything to you. It doesn’t to me. But it has a very big screen (which, it turns out, is actually a touch screen [I’m such an editor nerd that I just spent several minutes trying to figure out if “touch screen” is one word or two … I’m going with two until Chicago tells me different]), it switches to macro mode AUTOMATICALLY, and it’s definitely a big upgrade from my old camera. Scooooooore!

I will show you the first couple of photos taken with Mister Canon later in this post, but first, I need to completely change the subject. You see, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a couple of things: one, my personal style, and two, body image in general and mine in particular. Be warned: This is a long and somewhat rambly entry.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m pretty fat positive. As I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, I’ve recently taken up jogging. I used to jog all the time, and when I don’t, I miss it. I miss it to the point that I dream about it (sad and alarming, I realize).

So what does fat positivity have to do with jogging? I’ll spare you the extensive history of my body image drama, but the tl;dr version of the story is that I’ve been through more than one depressing, compulsive, and ultimately futile phase of exercise and weight loss in the past. As a result, for many years, it was very hard for me to separate “exercise” from “weight loss” in my mind. These days, I’m a lot better about that. Right now, for example, I’m on week four of my new jogging routine and haven’t lost a pound. In the past, this would have been more than enough to derail me, because what’s the point of exercising if it’s not going to make me lose weight? These days, I’m more concerned with how my body feels than how it looks, so it’s easier for me to remember that I do it because I LOVE JOGGING. I love the morning air and the thump of my feet on the pavement and the way it makes me feel amazing all day and sleep like the dead all night. I know all of this on a conscious level.

But getting it through to my subconscious has been a BITCH. Some naggy and obnoxious little portion of my brain is constantly piping up in an irritating, high-pitched voice: “Jogging! Oh great! Maybe you’ll lose weight now! Eat less! Jog more! No pain no gain! Fight through it! Never get anywhere at this rate!” Et cetera.

And if you’ve ever dealt with diety exercisey body image drama like I have, you know that this line of thought is a one-way ticket to Crazyville. For me, it tends to result in this: Oh yeah? You think I need to lose weight? Well, EFF YOU, TINY VOICE!!! I don’t have to do what you say! I don’t need to exercise if I don’t want to! Even though I really enjoy doing it and feel amazingly good on days that I do! So there! Showed you!

Except that the “you” I’m showing is, in fact, me. Self-defeating much?

So, in an effort to get through to my subconscious that I do, in fact, love my body exactly the way it is–which my conscious mind knows–I’m embarking on Body Acceptance Quest 2010. I’m re-reading Shapely Prose from back to front. I’m re-reading all my fat acceptance books. I’m devouring the Fatshionista! Livejournal community, the fuckyeahfatpositive Tumblr (be advised that that one’s not always work safe) and Marianne Kirby and Leslie Kinzel’s FatCast. And I’m making more of an effort to dress in line with my personal style, in a way that makes me feel beautiful.

All of this extensive background rambling to say: In the style of Fatshionista!, I thought I might start posting the occasional outfit of the day. My theory is that this might help me become more consciously (and eventually, subconsciously) aware and accepting of my body. So here goes nuttin’!

Forgive my face here … end of day + ravenous hunger + no makeup = TAKE THE GODDAMN PICTURE ALREADY

Also forgive the leopard-print cat sack, multiple pairs of roller skates, and detritus from hastily unwrapped camera on couch.

In case anyone is interested, I’m wearing …

T-shirt and tank top from Old Navy
Skirt from Alight
Tights from Target
Born shoes from Zappos–birthday present to myself
Necklace handmade by me (you might remember it from here)

And because I said I need more silly pictures here …

HAWTNESS.

Not too exciting of an outfit today, but my hope is that this is just the first of many outfit-related posts. Who knows–documenting my outfits might even encourage me to get more creative and daring with what I wear.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to play with my Sephora Friends & Family Sale spoils, most of which were manufactured by the good people at Urban Decay. Pictures tomorrow!

Published in: on November 2, 2010 at 6:04 pm  Comments (10)  
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Fat Princess Indeed!

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.

Published in: on August 27, 2010 at 6:51 am  Comments (9)  
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