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I was looking recently for fat action figures . . . you know, articulated 12″ dolls that can be posed in a variety of positions. Much better than poor, crippled Barbie.
I found a few “fat” action figures, but they are all male, and oddly evil. Or the brunt of jokes. http://bookwyrm-com.livejournal.com/30524.html And most aren’t even that fat!
As for the women . . . http://bookwyrm-com.livejournal.com/30930.html shows what I found. There are some gorgeous fat dolls available, but only ones with the same inability to move as Barbie. Bleah. Also, they’re $60 each.
Any chance you know better resources? We’ll never get rid of the stigma if it’s in every adult-role-playing toy our children see!
*lurker-turned-commenter alert*
I’ve accepted MJ’s passing for the most part, yet I’m getting that pesky *does not compute* message with regards to Lane Bryant.
You see, I didn’t take the fatosphere’s “Bah!” or “meh” comments of said retailer seriously until last Friday when I decided to check out the bra selection.
I got measured by two associates (one of whom forgot how, and the other had been measuring all day). Well, I was told I was a 34G (huh!? Nttawwt, but still.), which would’ve roughly translated to 38-40DD for me. I tried on about a half dozen, and they all fit me weirdly (I kept reminding myself it wasn’t me, but def the bras). Just before I left empty-handed, I noticed that the store is just Frump Central to me. Oh, how my soul weeps for the LB of yore: one could pick up a bra and some jeans, say, with few if any problems (you didn’t even feel too badly about paying retail in a case or two). It was such a utopia of sorts for me when it was owned by the Limited…now *sniff* thanks to Charming Shoppes, it’s just blah. Not even a pair of decent segsytimes undies, matching bra or coordinating bustier these days. *sigh*.
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I can’t say I’ve ever been much of a fan of MJ, but I hear you… he’s been this big thing that has always been there since before I was born. The world seems somehow wrong without MJ.
I think LB is really for a certain body type. Their clothes seem to always assume I have this big tummy and a big butt. Well, that ain’t my brand of fat. My fat goes right for my arms, thighs and hips for the most part. Maybe they know that fat women come in all shapes and sizes and simply choose to specialize in one particular shape or something… but it’s always grated the hell out of me that they have never had anything for me. Even if I couldn’t fit into any of the “normal sized” stores, LB was always really wrong for me…. usually their sizes were way too big or weird fitting. Next time I have some $$$ to spend on clothes, I’m going to order some stuff from Torid.com and see how they are. Some of their stuff looks super cute!
One other small weird info nugget I recently heard… was that stores were changing bra sizing to make smaller sizes bigger. So, if you used to be a B, now you’re a C. If you haven’t been bra shopping for a while, you may have missed the change. I just thought maybe my boobs got a little bigger…. then I found out otherwise. Hah.
Apparently the reasoning for this was to let smaller chested women to feel bigger and sexier and want to buy more bras. As a larger woman (especially in the rib cage), I now can hardly find my new and bigger size, when before it was easier (though not easy as pie) to find it. Grrrrr.
The emotional investment designers assume we put into clothes sizes is insulting, annoying and… just… grrr.
I have my own rambling randomness. 😀
I am tickled that I have learned to love herbal tea again. You see, in my starved/eating disorder days, I abused things like calorie free herbal tea. I’d do just about anything to avoid consuming actual calories.
I gave up all the restriction stuff through years of recovery and one of my reactions was to start feeling really icky about some of the things I used to abuse like herbal tea, salads, veggies, soup, etc.
Over the spring I made my peace with soup again and recently I started drinking herbal tea again without feeling violated (because of all the years I drank it without wanting it, just to try to get myself not to eat), nauseas or like I wanted to abuse it. I simply enjoy it. I love how it makes my mouth feel all clean and fresh after I’ve had cola or coffee or something sugary. I seriously hate after tastes and herbal tea makes them go bye-bye… plus, I love the smell of my herbal teas… I can’t light candles often at home, cuz I have 4 splunky cats who like to attack shiny things and I got tired of watching my poor little gray cat burning his whiskers, cuz he can’t help himself but to try to sniff lighted candles. It’s nice to have something fragrant in the house again that doesn’t overpower me the way that incense does…. and something that can make my mouth feel fresh without gum. I also used to abuse gum like crazy and generally I just hate gum. Most of the flavours are so strong that they give me headaches… some of them actually make my tongue painfully swell. No joke.
Whooo hoooo for reclaiming the things I like and putting the past away!
Right now, my fav is Stash brand’s chamomile citrus. I tried some weird “sleep tea” with st. john’s wort in it and I got ridiculously hyper. Agh, the irony of reverse reactions. My ritalin also often makes me so tired that I have to take a nap…
My brain is so weird!
Can I ramble too?
Though I have learned to love myself and have long ago vowed to never ever diet or do any kind of workout that I don’t enjoy, I do sometimes get unhappy with my body. Because it keeps getting bigger, and I kind of liked the shape it used to have before I got the love handles on my back.
My husband and I make an effort to get regular exercise that we like: hiking. And we eat healthy with an occaisional lazy moment where we have fries. But he comes from a long line of skinny people, and I come from a round family. In short, when I eat about as much as he eats, I gradually get fatter, something like 4lbs a year.
Now I like my curves and especially my bosom, but htere are flabs here now that I don’t like, and I really don’t know what to do…
Of course you can ramble!
Weight gain is a normal part of aging for many people. Recent studies suggest that people who do gain weight as they age turn out to live long and healthy lives. Email me or request via this thread if you’d like some links to those studies. Other blogs have covered them and I can get links for you.
I have some flab that I struggle with accepting sometimes too. But, let’s not call it “flab.” It’s hard to accept anything called “flab”, yes? Let’s say that we have parts of our bodies that we sometimes struggle to accept. 😉 IMHO, the words we use matter very much in regards to what light we will see things…
The thing is, most likely, you and me cannot control these body changes. It just happens. So, why give ourselves trouble for it?
Me and hubby have an early 90’s Toyota Corolla. It has some scratches… it has some dings… it’s not perfect. It has aged. But, if someone tried to suggest that my worth as a human being or my “goodness” was somehow tied to the appearance of the car I drive, I would laugh at them. Cars get older. Stuff happens.
I think of my body in a similar light. My body is the vehicle that the universe gave me to get from point A to point B… and to hug loved ones… to bear children… to play the piano… etc. As my body ages (and even when I was 12, frankly), my body had characteristics that are considered “less than” by our culture. But, how does that make any sense? This is the body that I was given. It is changing in age the way it is meant to. It’s not like I can do much about it. Even drastic plastic surgery doesn’t always work… sometimes it just makes things worse. Does it make sense for me to judge my body or allow other to? Nope.
Does that help?
If you’d like, I could make your question it’s own post, so that commentors who have ways different than mine of dealing with this can answer you. If my rambling doesn’t help… maybe someone else’s will. 😀 Let me know.