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Step 8: Keep The Past There

November25

This is the eighth 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, Step 6 and Step 7.

Step 8: Keep The Past There

This one is tricky. This one may even be tougher than the “Letting Go” or “Be Brave” ones. This time of year especially. Having to be around family and old friends or people you just don’t see that often, it can bring up some bad stuff. To put the past truly behind you is to let go of a lot of stuff that you may not even realize was there to begin with. Especially if you’ve experienced any sort of abuse or trauma. Things can creep back up on you when you least expect it. I am grateful for every single day I get without a PTSD symptom. I am grateful for every day that I am not in the past. But it’s taken me so long to get to gratitude that it can be difficult to articulate just how I got here. I know I spent many years dwelling, wallowing even, in my own misery. I made myself a nice comfy nest of hate and shame and guilt and sadness and worse. I lost myself in that hidey hole. I lost who I was and what I wanted and I lost my future entirely. There’s an entire year of my life just gone. I wasted it by not acknowledging it. I wasted it by not enjoying it. I wasted it by not living in it.

Sometimes the only way to get past the past is to get angry. Have a fit over it and then just let it go. Walk away! Holding onto emotional baggage from the past isn’t helping you live a better life. Holding onto physical things from the past is the worst! Get rid of it! Let it go, let it all go! (Note: This post was written before the film “Frozen” was released in theaters and then pop culture with the famous song “Let it go”) That boyfriend that didn’t treat you right, no matter how much you loved him…either burn whatever relics of his you still have or give them to charity, because I promise you, it’s holding you back and bringing you down! You cannot be your most authentic and fabulous self with that shit hanging out in the back of your mind or closet. Delete that phone number from your contacts list and learn how to forget! It’s not easy, I never said it would be and I doubt anyone honestly would, but it’s for your own mental health and well being. You are worth way more than your past gave you. You are new and free and awesome and you stopped giving a damn anyway, so now it’s all about what makes you happy! And the past just doesn’t fit with your current agenda!
So much of who I am today is because of my past, good and bad. I used to say that I had no regrets because those horrible aspects of my life in the past made me and took me to where I am now. I’m not so sure that I am completely without regrets now, but what those regrets are have certainly changed. Instead of dwelling on that though, I have begun to work towards making my present better. I regret not staying in touch with friends and so I am getting back in touch with some and trying to start anew. It’s so different now. Trying to restart a friendship in adulthood that you started in childhood is no exact science, but I am hoping that it’s worth it. I am hoping to refresh and regain the love and support from these folks that I once had and perhaps didn’t appreciate back then. That’s okay. I’m letting go of the past and moving forward, onward and hopefully upward!
Even in my marriage I’m finding the past creeping in and messing things up. My past with my husband is different than the present with my husband. I can’t really explain it, it just is. And that’s okay. It’s interesting to navigate and to discuss things once written off, as it were, and to acknowledge and move beyond past mistakes or opinions. I’m a stubborn gal, I won’t deny that. So it’s especially interesting for me to look back even two or three years ago and see how I’ve evolved. It’s wonderful and humbling, but I try to stay grounded in the present.
The hardest part is when family won’t let go of the past. Your parents for instance only know your past. They may know your present, but they’d almost always talk about the past. Those “funny” stories and all. How is it they still relish in your past embarrassment? It’s up to you to let them know you would appreciate them not rehashing your Jr.High horror stories. It’s also up to you to include them in your present and future if you so choose. It may be difficult for them to understand at first, perhaps you can relate to them somehow, but you must let them know how it makes you feel. If they do know and insist on making you feel badly, you do not have to be there to indulge them in their misery making. You just don’t. You don’t have to live under the heavy burden of familial obligations if you don’t want to. It’s entirely up to you.
Whatever your past may be, whatever your future may be, it is up to you to improve your present! You have that power! It is already within you. You carry within you such power and wisdom, you don’t even know it yet! Once you see how putting the past behind you can free and release you? You won’t ever look back again!

 

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

November11

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, and Step 3

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

This one is tricky for a few reasons, but I have been pushing myself more and more to be utterly and completely honest and it has proven to be surprisingly awesome! My only rule with this one is to never be rude. You can be honest without offending, you just have to be tactful and occasionally more creative in your vocabulary. Ha-ha!

There is something very powerful and empowering about being completely honest.You often hear people saying how “real” someone is and how they admire that about that person. You’ll hear someone talking about being “your most authentic self” and how liberating that is. I have heard this stuff over and over but it wasn’t until I stopped lying all together that it became invaluable to me. My world views have shifted and I see and think more clearly now, I think. I often give advice to friends on a variety of matters, but lately I have been pushing them to be more honest than they have ever been before. And guess what? It works!

The hardest part is starting with yourself. Stop lying to yourself, about yourself, just stop it! Stop lying about your age, your weight, your height, your income, your family, your shoes…just stop! You’re not helping anyone and you may not realize it, but you are in fact hurting yourself. Because you know what the truth is, you know the truest you. You know how it feels to be truly proud of an accomplishment versus lying about one. So why bother? It ain’t worth it! Once you can stop lying to and about yourself, you can stop lying to others and about others, too. It’s fun, I promise!

There was a point in my old career where people began to ask how I moved up so quickly in such a large company. The truth was that I wasn’t really trying as hard as I could, but that I’d put my intentions/desires out there as soon as I realized what they were and people responded to my directness. I enjoyed helping others and training them and streamlining our processes and so I quickly developed a relationship with our trainer and let it be known that I would love to step into a similar role if one should arise. A few months later she moved on and I moved up! Plain and simple. I always felt like an outsider, but I did my job well. I loved the shit out of that job, honestly. I miss it. But I only ever truly pushed myself for that job a couple of times. Somehow it just came easy to me, perhaps because of my passion for the job, but it rarely felt like “omzsomuchwork!”

We are all so afraid to appear vulnerable, ignorant, weak or any other thing that could be deemed “less than.” Somehow I hadn’t caught onto that so much and so I had no issue with telling someone they sucked or that something could be done more efficiently. The key though is to not be rude. Don’t actually tell that guy “YOU SUCK” you have to use words that get the point across without making the person feel like a heel. Sometimes all I wanted to do was to yell at someone, but that just isn’t how things get done in the corporate world and I learned as I went. And I gained a lot of attention and accolades for what I was able to accomplish in my short time in that position.  And if only I knew what was to come next, man, it would have been so awesome!Ha-ha! This is the period of my life when I got married, went on my European honeymoon and found fat acceptance all at once. So yeah, honesty? No problem!

What you say and do in the world matters. You have a circle of influence. You affect people. So why not do so positively?! I had an interview recently for a position I thought I’d applied for with the title, “Bad Ass Admin” and I couldn’t help myself from falling in love with that moniker. Okay, it’s on my blog’s business cards already, but to apply for a job with that title? Amazeballs! So I applied and they responded, how could they not*, and went to the interview. Yeah, let’s just say that the interview went fine and all, but I made a bit of a fool of myself by not cross-checking my stuff first. D’oh! I went to an interview alright, but not for a “Bad Ass Admin.” No I interviewed as a Bad Ass for an Office Manager job. Oops, my bad! What’s funny is how good it felt not to wear the typical suit bullshit I would have, but I also went into it unprepared for the actual job available.

Here I was telling them how awesome I was and how I’d consider a lower wage if I could keep the “Bad Ass” in my title. They must have thought I was a lunatic! I felt like I was, in retrospect. Ha-ha! But it felt good at the time and I have since reconsidered what is “appropriate” versus what is typical/expected/scripted/bullshit. It is absolutely liberating! Funny thing, as much as that whole thing influenced how I approach interviews and even applications now, that original job never so much as responded to my initial application email! Sadly, neither did the actual interviewer for that other job. Oh well. I really do feel like it was their loss now. And it is, because I am a Bad Ass Admin and I don’t care who knows it!

I give you my deepest respect and sympathies and all for those of you in the modern dating world. I don’t know that I could manage it, honestly. But to date in the technology era is to play a game without any rules, it seems. So I say why not scare the hell out of them? With honesty! Be you and only you and see who sticks around, I say! Better to weed out the jerks and players before you get attached to one. It seems we play games even without trying now days and this makes me sad, yo. I mean, is it so terrible to be open and honest? I don’t think it is. I think if your honesty freaks someone out, that is all them and not you. And hopefully you’ll soon find exactly what you’re looking for in a relationship. I seriously do not see how presenting yourself as something you’re not will help you find true love or even a decent relationship. It’s time to get real and keep it there!

Soon you will wince when you feel a lie cross your lips or tickle your tongue. Soon you’ll feel bothered by people’s remarks about how “flattering” something looks or jeans that make “anyone’s ass look perfect” because you’ll know better and you will have lived a more authentic experience in your own life because of it. It’s work, I won’t have you believe otherwise. You’re breaking down some social barriers. But when you can step back and see how things are just better without the lies? Well, it’s a lot like walking away from dieting and scales and shame and guilt and all of that bullshit. It feels good because you’ll own your words without worry. You’ll be your most authentic self and you will smile easier and not worry about what other people think. Besides, you stopped giving a damn anyway! <3

 

Step 1: Stop Giving A Damn

November3
I saw this graphic on Tumblr yesterday and it sparked a little thought so I figured why not just go with it?! This will be the first 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.
Step 1: Stop giving a damn!
Stop giving a damn about what other people think of you, how you look, etc. Just stop giving a damn and do what feels right. Go to the grocery store in a tiara. Paint giant hippie flowers on your car, it’s fun and if you use poster paint the rain will wash it off in a gorgeous display of runny-rainbow-ness! Stop giving a damn about what your family thinks, too, while you’re at it. They know how to push your buttons and you theirs. So it’s already an unfair battle and it can certainly feel like all out war at times. It’s not worth it. Just think of the pain and misery and energy wasted on giving a damn about all of that?!
If you can’t get behind this straight off the bat, fake it until you make it! Play the role of Blanch Devereaux from the Golden Girls. Strut your stuff and don’t worry about who is or isn’t watching. Walk through your campus quad with an air of Elizabeth Taylor or the bounce of Debbie Reynolds. Sashay your way to a better day with only the RuPaul way! Get your diva on and watch as people turn their heads to take you in like a desperate drink of water on a 100+ degree day! Soon you’ll find that this role suits you just fine and you lose the need to pretend anymore. You’re holding your own head high, and you stop looking behind you, wondering who is snickering or pointing or judging.
There is no greater waste of time or energy than worrying about the perception others may or may not have of you. You can’t control them, you can only control you, so stop giving a damn and love yourself today. Pick out a theme song and if you don’t have access to a player, sing it in your head, hum or sing it out loud. Who cares? You don’t! May I suggest Mika’s “Love Today” or “Big Girls You Are Beautiful” or my theme song, by Della Reese “Come on a my house.” Pick your song and work it all day and night long! Strut your shit and have so much fun with it! Buy a big floppy hat and sunglasses and force people to wonder who you are! It’s none of their business anyway…you just keep walking by with that tune in your head and a smile as wide as Nebraska!
Think of a motto to help you let things roll off your shoulders. “Whatever’s clever” or “wouldn’t you like to know” or “that’s nobody’s business but my own”…find some phrase that  give you a little strength, that allows you to walk away gracefully and hopefully empowers you, too.  If someone shouts some slur at you, turn on your heel and shout as loud as you can, “Ignorant Coward!!!” and turn back to whatever you were doing as though it didn’t happen. I’m not saying you should bottle up your emotions, quite the opposite. I just think that we allow people to get the better of us and waste it on them. It’s no good for anyone. So stop giving a damn!

Step 2: Do What Makes You Happy

November2
Step 2: Do What Makes You Happy
I always joke about wearing a tiara to the grocery store, or my wedding dress…I’ve actually done the tiara one. Ha-ha! The point is, do what makes YOU happy, period. Not what you think would make others happy. Let them worry about that. Because you’ve already stopped giving a damn, remember?!
Stop holding yourself back. Just do whatever your heart desires, but especially if you’ve been keeping those desires to yourself. Always wanted to splurge on a fancy-frilly dress that is so “not you?” Fuck it! Do it! Fuck Flattering and just do what FEELS RIGHT!!! Because no one is or can do that for you. No one can suddenly make you more you.
And you cannot be your most authentic self without doing what makes you happy. You just can’t. We all tend to put others first, and that is no crime, but by neglecting your needs and desires you diminish their importance to you and that is bullshit. You will be of no use to others if you keep neglecting yourself! Call it self-care, call it Caturday, call it whatever you must…but DO IT!
“But I don’t want to be rude” then don’t be. But don’t be nice at the expense of your own happiness. Don’t stay late for your boss if you’re not getting paid, period. Don’t ignore your own instincts out of fear of being seen as rude (many victims of violence have said that they ignored their instincts because they didn’t want to be or appear rude). Worry about you, your wellness, your safety and for fuck’s sake, your happiness!
Now that you’ve stopped giving a damn, you can do what makes you happy more often and hopefully easier, too. Wear clashing patterns and colors. Break all of the fashion “rules” and have fun, too! Try something you’ve always wanted to, like a dance class or hula hooping or roller skating or rolling down a grassy hill. Why not?! If it makes you happy, DO IT! Life is just too short not to.
I cannot count the times I’ve neglected to speak up and share what I really wanted or even needed. But I have only just begun to do the things that make me happy. That belly dance class? I’d wanted to do that for a long time. Why didn’t I? Lots of reasons, or at least I’d convinced myself of them. I love to dance, since I was born practically, yet I’d held myself back from connecting with my body in this way out of fear and shame and guilt and the perception of others. Since I started to go out dancing again with friends? I’ve never had so much fun!
No matter what it is that you want to do, don’t hesitate. There is no ultimate reward for self-sacrifice of this nature. NONE! The only prize is a heavy sense of regret and depression. I know, I have been there. You don’t have to dive in head first, start small if you must, watch an instructional dance video or something, but don’t wait. Time flies far too fast to wait anymore. When times are as tough as these, I feel the urgency of trying to live it up as much as I can with what I’ve got while I still can. I don’t want to be the sad old lady in a rocking chair talking about the old days. I want to be the bad ass disco granny in the sequin skirt and crazy hair do making all of the hipsters jaws drop as I stroll into the hottest horror movie premiere. Yeah, that’ll be me! Watch out!
“I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.”
~Yohji Yamamoto

Defending My Sexy Costume Choice

October28

Halloween used to be my favorite holiday of the year. Still is I guess, in some ways. I love creepy and cool and spooky things. I love Halloween parties, no matter who is throwing them. I love dressing up. I love the unexpected. I love the crisp autumn air. I love the creativity that comes from this time of year. I love thinking up new costume ideas or finagling my own way to something recognizable, too. I don’t go too into the make up side of things, even on Halloween, but I enjoy what others do and I toy with it occasionally. I love that surprised look people give when they see who is under the mask, so to speak.

One year I dressed as a biker dude and my best friend didn’t even recognize me. I loved that. I had side burns and a mustache and a bandana on my head and a leather vest over a flannel. It was fabulous. My husband was a biker chick that year. He had boob made of water balloons filled with peach jello. They were awesome and delicious and much fun was had with those and that night in general. That may have been the night my BFF Jery and I had a lot of Cuervo Black and Pepsi…but I don’t really remember. Ha-ha!

Being faced with the inevitable, “What are you dressing up as?” question is always a struggle. What is fun? What is surprising? What is affordable? What is easy to throw together? How much time do I want to invest in this? UGH!!! So much to consider, right? It can be easy, I can always manage a decent Hippie costume. I’ve had a “Serial Mom” dress in my closet for a few years and have never worn it. I have the remnants of my lady Zorro costume in the closet, too. They all seem easy and doable and fine. But this year? This time?

This week was supposed to be awesome. I won’t lie, it has sucked pretty hard. Nothing I can do about that now. But tonight I am going to a costume themed night at Full Figure Entertainment’s Full Figured Friday event. I was going to be Lady Zorro again, but then I was like, “A mask and my glasses? What the hell?!” Finally last Saturday I was telling my husband how I wanted to be excited about dressing up. I wanted to be something fun or unexpected. He suggested I pull out my old “Naughty School Girl” costume. I had completely forgotten about it. And I was instantly excited!

You see, my friend Jeanette is going as a “Naughty Nun” and the school girl would be the perfect compliment to her costume. Also, I don’t have to buy anything but socks! I can handle that. And I suddenly exclaimed, “I can be sexy, too!!!” Because for some reason I hadn’t felt terribly sexy in a long while. And after the shit week I’ve had, well, I’m ready to be sexy on my own damn terms. I am sick of wanting/waiting for someone else to make me feel sexy, or wanted, or desired, or whatever. Fuck it!!! I am going to have fun tonight and if anyone has a problem with that they can kiss my giant ass!!!

I’m not dressing sexy for anyone else but me. I rarely wear anything remotely risque, except for the occasionally too-low cut top and even that is rarely intentional. I’m not out to gain male attention. I’m married and fine with that. I’m not looking to make anyone else feel bad or to objectify myself or anyone else. I just want to feel good and have fun and dance my pants off…oh wait! I won’t be wearing pants! WOOT!!! I’m not defending the abundance of sexy costumes or the societal pressure to dress that way. I support each individual’s right to choose whatever the hell they want. For me, this year? I just want to feel and look sexy in my own eyes!

I can’t promise pictures, but I will do what I can. ha-ha! Hope you have a fun and fabulous weekend on your terms, too.

 

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