NotBlueAtAll

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Holiday Support

November24

I think it’s important to have someone to call/text/email when you’re going to be dealing with family for the holidays. That support is so vital. I know it is in my life and if you have someone like that in yours you know all too well. But without that support such endeavors can seem futile or worse. So I think we should start setting up little networks of support with and for each other online so that when we are in that mega time of need we will know who to reach out to for support!

Please comment with your concerns or email addresses and we’ll see if we can get people connecting. For now I offer my own email for such support, and now that I have one of those smarty phone dealies, I can read those emails on-the-go! notblueatall at notblueatall dot com, do reach out if you feel the need. Don’t hesitate, second guess or question yourself…just do it!

And don’t worry, my “life stuffs” series isn’t over yet. But in case you missed ’em, here ya go:

Step 1: Stop Giving A Damn

Step 2: Do What Makes YOU Happy

Step 3: Keep Going

Step 4: Be Honest Even When It Scares You/Them

Step 5: Be Brave

Step 6: Take Lots Of Pictures

Step 7: Let Go

I do hope that these have helped you as much as they have helped me. I hope you keep these in mind when dealing with haters and assholes and people just who just don’t get it and may never will…but also for those who may also need such guidance and advice when they are dealing with their own struggles and journey.

I would love to hear from anyone who has had any experiences using the steps. Have you tried taking pics of yourself? Have you bought a cape or tiara? Have you been truly honest and stopped lying all together? Have you considered letting go of a relationship in your life? How are you brave today? I want to hear from you! I would love to do a series of guest posts or picture essays…I know how much it helps me to see others doing radical and awesome things and I want you to know that I know for a fact that it helps sooooooo many people when you do.

So as you go about your holiday business, don’t forget to honor and trust yourself. Be honest with yourself and others. Let people know if they have disrespected you or if they rock your socks! Keep going!!! Because you are incredible and amazing and you are worth every ounce of effort and energy and love in the universe! <3

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I’m also planning a big fat liberation/acceptance/pride event in San Jose, CA this January. I don’t have an official website for it yet, but here’s the FB event page if you’d like to share…please do! The website should be up soon and more info will be added to the event page as things get confirmed. Hope to see you at “Fatty Affair!”

90’s style!

November23

You ever get ready to go out but don’t wanna fuss or anything and truly you just wanna be comfortable? I think we have all been there in some way, right? Well, last Monday night I was getting ready to go to karaoke with my BFFs and I just wasn’t in the mood to dress up. I was already wearing a perfectly comfortable t-shirt and jeans, why fuck with a good thing? So I threw on a necklace and a vest and this neat-o feather thingy I got at Joann’s and just went with it. The feather thingy sort of looks like a little flower, but it’s feathers, so it looked like a casual boutineer. I was feeling quite fabulous actually. This insta-outfit was almost exactly “my style”. I popped on a couple of bracelets before heading downstairs and ta-da!

I’d wanted a classic black vest for years and finally found one a couple of months ago at Kohl’s of all places! I had a ten dollar off coupon and was shocked when the vest actually buttoned up! I wore it with my costume for Halloween this year, but this is my first attempt at rocking it classic old school 90’s style, yo! What do you think? I still like it, though I’m not as in love with the outfit now that I’m not wearing it. The necklace was on clearance at Avenue, the t-shirt is old navy from about 3 years ago, the jeans are Avenue Denim Lite straight leg-discontinued, and I’m wearing my not-yet-famous-but-totes-should-be five dollar doc martens. They’re a size too big, but for five bucks including shipping? I couldn’t say no…and they’re so comfy!

I’m so over other people’s expectations anyway, this outfit to me says exactly that. This is who I am, take me or leave me, that’s your choice, man.

What outfit makes you feel this way? Are you secretly wanting to rock a style you’ve never tried before? What’s stopping you?

Step 7: Let Go

November21
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This is the seventh in a series of things that have helped me, I believe in, or people have asked me to share. Basically, things I do or think or whatever that have helped me be a better person, activist and positive fat lady. Check out  Step 1,  Step 2, Step 3, Step 4, Step 5 and Step 6.
Step 7: Let Go
This one’s a toughy! But I will insist that it is absolutely necessary. I am talking about letting go of toxic relationships. The people in your life who simply will never allow you to be you. The people or relatives who cannot be in your presence without telling you what you’re doing wrong or how you should be anything other than what you are right now. The people in your life who can’t not bring up diets and how bad being fat is. The people in your life who can’t help but supervise anytime you eat a meal or comment on your portions or choices. The people who insist you over eat even if they’ve not once witnessed you eating. The people in your life, no matter how good their supposed intentions are, will simply never believe that fat doesn’t kill. These people are holding you back from a better life. These people are not thinking about your health and well being. These people will always judge and hurt you. I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have to let them go.
Some of these relationships are easier to shed than others, I realize. It’s not that you can’t ever talk to your mom or auntie again, it’s just that you have to set boundaries with them and explain to them why said boundaries must exist. If a total lack of respect is the issue, it needs to be addressed. Think of every remark, comment, judgement or “suggestion” as a stone. How many can you carry? How much of a burden is this relationship worth to you? Because frankly, you do not deserve to be treated that way. You need to worry about you! You cannot drag their misery and bullshit along with you. You’ve got too many awesome things ahead.
Other people’s expectations of you or anyone else is nothing more than bullshit. I don’t care if they want you to be a doctor or a fashion designer or a fucking dog groomer…it ain’t your problem, it’s theirs! We all need to step out of the shadows of those who would have us live differently because they couldn’t or didn’t or whatever. You will never be able to control others perception of you, why waste so much time and effort trying to? It ain’t ever gonna be worth it!
I’m not saying you have to call everyone up and tell them to fuck off, though that would be fun…no! I am saying that we all need to assess the relationships in our lives and why we have them. If every time so and so calls you roll your eyes or groan because you know they will diet talk or fat shame you? Stop answering their calls, period. Better yet, tell them why you will not if they don’t stop…and stick to your threat! Suddenly Ms. Co-Worker-Know-it-all will get a hint when her “diet tips” go unheard. You may just give them a wake up call while trying to give yourself some extra sanity points! Win-win! (If someone makes you feel bad, or questioning of your own life, ditch them!)
Okay-okay, I know…your mom/dad. You simply can’t  push your mom/dad out of your life because she/he fat hates and shames you into oblivion every time you see or hear from her/him. To this I say two things: First, discuss it with them. Tell them how it makes you feel. Let them borrow your copy of  “Health At Every Size” by Linda Bacon. Let them know that you want a real relationship with them and that you’re no longer their little girl/boy/etc. anymore and they need to start treating you with respect, like an adult. If this attempt falls on deaf ears, may I suggest the second thing I have to say on the matter: walk away. See what happens. Wait them out. You never know. They have had a lifetime filled with diet industry talk and marketing, it will take awhile for this new knowledge to sink in, if it will. Give them the benefit of the doubt, until you can’t. Then walk away. Tell them why, but walk away for your own mental health and well being. It will hurt, but so did having them in your life.
I am sick and tired of people suffering in silence when just saying exactly what is on your mind and how this person is making you feel will free you both! The truth needs to be heard! You are not helping anyone by remaining silent. Fear of being seen as rude is ridiculous. You can be honest without being rude, but then again, sometimes and with some people, being rude is the only option you have and I say fucking take it!!! They obviously do not care about your feelings or appearing rude themselves. Nothing is more rude, in my opinion, than body hate and fat shaming bullshit. And I am surprised, even after all of these years, that I still have to call people out on their shit…but I do it and I will not stop!
Letting go is in no way a failure on your part. If you attempted to save the relationship by discussing how that person has made you feel and how you need to be treated better or not continue the relationship; you have already done more than that person cared to do for you. You are the hero/heroine, in my opinion. It takes a mature person to do that. It may hurt. I won’t say it’s easy, though sometimes it can be surprisingly so, but I will say that it’s better to get things out in the open than to live a lie or to suffer mistreatment from others.
Many of us, it seems, are going through a transitional period in our lives. For one reason or ten, things are kind of sucking right now and many of us are trying to figure out how to take the reigns on our lives once again, if we ever had them to begin with. To you/us I say it’s high time to take this as an opportunity to shape and mold the lives we’ve always dreamed of having! Seize the fucking day and take big juicy bites out of any chance at enjoyment you can! Dump the assholes and seek out intelligent and weird people! Release yourself of the burden of self-hate, toxic people, bad relationships, old habits, shame, guilt, fear and everything else and just live for the sake of living! Visualize your bonds breaking and being free to roam a brighter and more positive life! We all want that, right?! It ain’t ever going to be easy, but we can make it worth it!
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Step 6: Take Lots of Pictures

November18

This is the sixth in a series of things that have helped me, I believe in, or people have asked me to share. Basically, things I do or think or whatever that have helped me be a better person, activist and positive fat lady. Check out  Step 1,  Step 2, Step 3, Step 4 and Step 5.

Step 6: Take Lots Of Pictures

One thing I realized while recently going through old photos was that there are very few pictures of me between the ages of 14 and 19. You see, I was in an abusive relationship. I had my once vibrant and endless self-esteem taken from me by an older man who took more than just that. For five years I was hidden away from the world and my friends and even my family. I had no joyful times or travels or anything other than misery to possibly capture on film. The few times I did snap some pics were mostly of still life/nature things. I have no idea what I looked like or how a camera would have captured my misery, or not, during this time. It seems once I escaped the clutches of abuse, the camera was once again an often present companion seeking out new adventures and friends and things. I also realized that there are very few pictures of my little brother and sister after my mom left.

Pictures are a funny thing. We love to look at our parents old pictures and laugh at their hairstyles or fashion choices. We love to see our grandparents wedding photos and sigh and swoon at the old timey romance of it all. Baby pictures are typical fare and are a great conversation starter for family gatherings; everyone saying the infant in question looks like old so and so. Then you reach whatever age it is that self-consciousness feels like knives in your face and you don’t want your picture taken or for anyone to see photos from your past, either. And if you were fat before or during this “whatever age” then it can be all the more painful to see or remember.

The thing is though, pictures are bookmarks in time. That Smurf top from Kindergarten? My fave! Oh how I wish they could make that exact top with the peter pan collar and key hole tie in front in my size now! I loved that shirt so much. It may have been the first and last item of white clothing I’ve owned. Ha-ha! And I know that at that age I wasn’t yet concerned about the giant gap in my front teeth. This was before the bullying and the abuse, before mom left. Before I cared what anyone thought of me. I was terrified of adults that weren’t my parents at the time, but kids? I loved them all and instantly made friends, if even for an hour, on the playground of the local parks. Without that picture of my five-year-old self in front of the kindergarten playground in my Smurf top I might not remember all of those details.

And some of you  may recall my post about a picture I’d found from when I was about 15 or 16. It still surprises me what others see in photos of me. There was a picture of me looking very odd and sort of out of it and a friend’s boyfriend at the time said I looked super hot in that picture. I thought it looked like someone else entirely. Perception is a funny thing. And it changes so much over time. And this is why I ask you all to take more photos! You may not enjoy or appreciate them now, but you will, I promise! I can look at that photo from back when and see the innocence I’d once had. And to look back and actually think, “Wow, I don’t know what that boys’ problem was, I was fucking hot!!!” it’s fun and nice. I think about how far I’ve come since then I have to step back and breathe for a minute. It’s just astounding!

If you’re reading this, you’ve already decided for yourself that there is a better and healthier way to live your life than the bullshit self-hate/diet cycle. You’ve already realized that you’re better than that. You’re on your own journey toward self-acceptance or perhaps you’ve been on your journey for some time now and all of this is old hat. Either way, take more pictures! You don’t have to share them online if you’re not ready, but it is quite fun/exciting/liberating sometimes. No one says you have to take nudie shots or whatever. I’m more talking about capturing moments in time anyway. But whatever you do, just do it for you. Do it for the future you and your future relatives and whatnot, because someone will enjoy them!

I highly recommend practicing taking pictures on your own first. It is how I learned what angle/face/etc looks best or works best for me. I even went out of my way on occasion to take the worst pics ever so as to not repeat later on and to see just how “bad” they could be. This way you also control who has access to those pics and wether or not you’d like to keep or delete them. Gotta love digital cameras! Now I don’t shy away from the camera anymore. In fact, I don’t even shy away from the video camera! I recorded a video of my friends and I singing the other night and I am enjoying the editing process simply because my inner critic seems to be on permanent vacation! I love it!

So, invite some friends over, have a few drinks, bust out the camera and see what happens! It sounds like a super fun time and you should totally invite me over, too! Ha-ha! Seriously though, once you get passed all of the body hate we place upon ourselves, often unwittingly, you can start to appreciate and have fun with this stuff. Try different angles or candid shots or action shots. There is nothing I like to see more than fat-in-action shots! Which, hey, I need to take some of those! Put up a fun/funny background and do silly portraits or corny poses. Wear matching scarves or something and have a blast! Once you start, if you allow yourself some judgment free head space and time, I know you will start to enjoy it, too.

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I hope you are ready to experiment, not just with taking pictures, but of trying the other steps in this series. Have you been liking this latest series of posts? Have you tried any of the steps? I would love to hear from you! In fact, I would love some guest posts with your thoughts/experiences/pics/etc from the series.
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Step 5: Be Brave

November16
This is the fourth in a series of things that have helped me, I believe in, or people have asked me to share. Basically, things I do or think or whatever that have helped me be a better person, activist and positive fat lady. Check out  Step 1,  Step 2, Step 3 and Step 4.
Step 5: Be Brave
Now this is more of the be brave by being confident in your own skin sort of thing and not putting yourself in the path of danger. And I firmly believe that going out into the world as a fat person is an act of outright bravery! I was so inspired and moved by Melissa McEwan’s post about things fat people are told this past April that I saved the link and look back on it often. It rang so true for me that I have to go back and read it every now and then to remind myself why it is I write about all things fat. By going out into the world as our most authentic selves and not giving a damn what others may think is truly bucking the stereotype fats have long been burdened with.
Being brave is being you and not giving a fuck about the judgment you may get from others. Bravery is looking people in the eyes as they give you the classic “up-down” or worse. Or better yet, snapping a picture of them as they try to not-so-sneakily take yours. They are trying to take something from you…by confronting them silently, or not silently, you are letting them know that you are a person, that you’re aware of yourself and their bullshit and you’re not going to slink away in shame. In fact, I refuse to slink away in shame from anything ever again. I don’t care if my pants fall down while I’m climbing the stairs, I will not slink! And nor should you.
Bravery is speaking up for yourself and others. You may not always have the right words, but your intentions are pure and your actions speak louder than words. Together we make quite a force to be reckoned with! The fat liberation/acceptance/pride community is a far reaching and tightly woven fabric of rebels who care and people who want to see change in the world. We are that change. By going out into the world like everyone else, we are that change. We live it everyday and with every best friend or auntie or cousin we share our fatty secrets with, we perpetuate that positivity and the journey towards self-acceptance. Because we’re worth it, baby!
By bucking self-hate, we allow ourselves to live without that stress. We are giving ourselves room to breathe and think and feel. To live a life more fully lived! We can be rebels and grannies, we can be admins and rock stars, we can be heroes and heroines! Fauja Singh ran his first marathon recently. He’s 100 years old. When asked what his secret is to a long life, he replied: “The secret to a long and healthy life is to be stress-free. Be grateful for everything you have, stay away from people who are negative, stay smiling and keep running.”
We must support and encourage one another. When things get tough, and seem to keep getting tougher, we need each other that much more. We need to reach out and talk and hug and love and organize and speak out and be heard! We live in a time where the possibility of having our rights ignored or revoked is a reality. When people gather to show the powers that be that they are wrong, they get dealt a hearty helping of violence and abuse. It is not right and it is not fair, but it is the reality of our world right now. The only way we can make a difference and see the change we want in the world is to stick together, welcome others and keep the truth in the forefront of our movement.
I feel most brave when speaking out about the abuses I have endured in my life. I feel most brave when I welcome others to reach out to me if they have no one else they feel comfortable speaking to. I feel most brave when I go to the damned grocery store alone to get food for my husband and I to eat and must bear witness to the looks and remarks from others patrons. I feel most brave when I put pictures of myself on the internet for all to see. I feel most brave when I share so much of myself with so many that I don’t know and can’t possibly know. I feel most brave when I walk the dog at night on my own and every car that passes us by I turn to smile at, hoping to interrupt any thought of hate they might have before they can shout it at me. I feel most brave when I am most truly me.
When do you feel brave? What have you always wanted to do but haven’t had the courage?
“One isn’t necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.” ~Maya Angelou
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