After my last post, I got a few comments saying that casual need not be limited to jeans, especially considering the tendency of pants to either a) fall down or b) choke organs. It’s a fair point, and the jeans I was wearing in my last post do reveal my butt crack more often than I’d like. The only reason they made it into my wardrobe is because they’re electric turbo-salmon (thanks, James). For the most part, this Venn diagram really speaks to me:
So here’s my pants-free take on casual.
The tshirt is Lazy Oaf. They don’t carry plus sizes, so deathfatz don’t get to play (yet again). Their roomiest gear would probably be their single size ‘slob’ tees, which I reckon could fit up to an Australian size 20.
This ‘oversized’ tee (size M/L) is actually a bit small, especially in the arm holes, but I’ve been forcing it on every weekend since I bought it so the cotton has yielded a little. My fat takes no prisoners.
BEST NECKLACE IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVER. If I never buy a piece of jewellery again, I will be ok because I have this necklace. It’s a garish representation of the People’s Princess, Lady Di. I’m no monarchist and I’ll be very happy when we get the Union Jack off our flag, but I always always make an exception for kitsch.
You can get this beauty from Phillip Normal’s shop, The Happy Shack, in Camden or, if you ask him very nicely on his facebook page, he may send you one in the post (like he very kindly did for me).
PS. My second post for Cosmo went up last week. I can’t tell you how awesome it feels to be writing about fat acceptance for a mainstream audience AND that a magazine like Cosmo has been so keen to get behind it.