How it Feels to be "Plus-Size" during Fashion Week

F*** "Plus-Size"


First off, I hate the word Plus-Size. It is a term that was created to describe a woman who is above a size 12. But that equals to a shit ton of different body types and pant sizes. You cannot label millions of women into a box that is commonly ignored. As Tim Gunn said, the average woman is a size 16. We do not label women who are sizes 0 to 12, so why are we labeling the average woman as Plus-Size? The term doesn't even make sense. PLUS WHAT?! I didn't know the fashion industry was filled with math fanatics. With this logic, everyone that falls between sizes 0 to 12 should be labeled as Minus-Size. This term needs to be eliminated.  The fashion industry needs be held accountable and become more inclusive. It's just good for business. Why wouldn't you want to make clothing that the vast population can wear? More people able to purchase your clothing equals more money in your pocket. I thought this math crazed industry would have realized this. Most importantly, stop making different clothing for your "Plus-Size" collection. We shop in your stores because we like your aesthetic. We didn't ask for a completely different collection that YOU thought we wanted to wear. I don't want to wear loud prints and boxy clothing. I find it offensive. 

I also don't like to associate myself with the term because I'm personally stuck in a purgatory of sizes. In a "Regular-Sized" store, I am either the largest size or they don't sell to me at all. In Plus-Size stores, I am usually the smallest size or not big enough. In a weird sense, I get the best of both worlds but I also don't know where I belong. That is why this labeling is dangerous and all stores need to be inclusive. I also find it misleading to claim myself as Plus-Size because I am at the beginning of the spectrum. A person might assume that I embody all Plus-Size women and will ignore the hundreds of body types that continue after me. The term Plus-Size is offensive and confusing. We are all Human-Sized.


How it Feels to be "Plus-Size" During Fashion Week


New York Fashion Week has come to an end and it feels like a distant memory. I am going to make one confession, it was quite boring. I volunteered, attended a few shows, and stalked Moynihan Station in hopes of getting a glimpse of the real thing. One of the best parts of any Fashion Week is the street style. For many, the sidewalk is a personal catwalk. I took it upon myself to do the same. I wore an outfit similar to this, feeling confident that I would attract some attention. I am no where near to being a fashion model and understand that the fashion industry has a deep prejudice against Plus-Size women, but I thought my effort would at least be acknowledged. 

Photographers were literally taking pictures of everything and anything but me. I felt invisible. I lingered around, hoping to get noticed.  I purposely dressed in a way that would make me stand out. But those wearing less thought-out outfits were getting all the attention. Why? Because they were skinny. It was obvious. It wasn't crowded. It also doesn't take long to take a photo. When a photographer chooses everyone around you, but you… you take notice. I stood outside of Moynihan Station and walked in front of photographers as a game to see if they would take my picture. They failed my little experiment. There was not much else going on. Most people were already seated inside. Am I that appalling that you can't even take one second to take my photo? Will I disrupt your camera roll? I gave up with my experiment and left. I walked past a girl wearing similar jeans as me and thought "I bet they're going to take her picture." Not being chosen to be photographed is not the worst thing in the world, but it made me feel like shit. I even started crying as I walked down West 33rd Street thinking thank god I'm wearing sunglasses

I decided to go back and put on a brave face. The show had supposedly started and I figured the doors would be closed. I also had an hour to kill. As I walked towards the venue, photographers pointed their cameras slightly to the right of me so they could capture a photo of the woman walking behind me. I saw a photographer take a photo of someone wearing all black. I saw another photographer take a photo of someone and then put their camera down once they made eye contact with me. I thought it was pretty obvious I was in the fashion scene. I was carrying a bag with the words MADE on it (a company that produces fashion shows). I was wearing Miu Miu sunglasses, trendy jeans, a blazer that had holes in them, and bold red shoes. I thought I belonged. I don't know what else would make it seem I was not. Was my fly open? Nope. Was there something between my teeth? Nope. The only difference between me and everyone else who got photographed was our weight. The only thing that embraced me that day was a cat in a deli on 14th Street. And to top it all off, I GOT SHIT ON BY A PIGEON. 


Bird Shit to put the Cherry on Top

Bird Shit to put the Cherry on Top



I will give credit to one photographer. I was a VIP guest to a show and my picture was asked to be taken. He was my hero. But at this same event, I was completely ignored by other photographers. I will be completely blunt, there were not a lot of people at this event. The seats weren't even filled. I was sitting front row, but a photographer chose to ignore me and single handily picked out every other girl that was sitting next to me. Do you want to take a guess as to what was different about me and them? If you guessed weight, then ding ding ding. This happened before my experiment in front of Moynihan Station. That was just the tip of the iceberg. So you can probably understand why I was in tears by the end of the day.

I don't have a solution or a message for the fashion industry. I had a terrible experience that left me perplexed. I'm sure people will label me as being too sensitive or making assumptions. But my feelings are valid and I felt like shit. I don't know the motives of these photographers or who they work for. Maybe their actions are not tied with the fashion industry. You can take my story and do with the information as you please. My purpose is to share this for other women out there who also feel that they are being ignored because of their weight. I'm here for you. 


Why You Should Wear Lingerie in Public

I love keeping secrets. And wearing lingerie in public is the most dirty, little secret possible. One of the many current fashion trends is lingerie inspired clothing. Let's cut out the middle man and wear the real thing. Go to your nearest boutique or Victoria's Secret, purchase yourself a silky babydoll, and wear it under your blazer. That might not make it appropriate enough for work, but hopefully you won't run into your coworkers during the weekend. Wearing lingerie gives you power. No one is going to assume that is what you are wearing. You can walk the streets holding onto a very sexy secret.  With the temperatures rising, it might be a good idea to opt-out your crop top for a more sophisticated look. Also, you get two uses out of one very expensive item (except I bought mine from Marshalls for $14.99). 


This jacket was purchased on sale from H&M for $30 and the pants that are underwater are from Loft.


This post is also my submission to the Breakthrough Fashion Blogger of the Year contest. Wish me luck xoxo

20 Times Rihanna was Unladylike

This post is a guide to help you understand what Miss. Unladylike is all about. First off, it can have a variety of meanings based on the person. But most importantly, it's a rule-free platform for self-expression. It means to break out of trends and stay true to ourselves. To some, that may be wearing florals and skirts. To others, it can be reliving the 90's in bomber jackets. To me, it's all about embracing a predominantly male item: The Blazer.  Some view it as office attire, I view it as my lifeline. A blazer is the simplest way to make yourself look powerful (aka have your shit together). You could literally wear a blazer over pajamas and no one would question you if you ran the office meeting. I believe we use clothing as an outlet to show others how we view ourselves. That is why I constantly choose the blazer as my go-to look. I also feel that this item needs to be taken over by women. I want to break the rules and bring down the patriarchy, one blazer at a time. 


Robyn Fenty (aka Rihanna) is considered a sex and fashion icon, but constantly ditches the dress (the most feminine article of women's clothing). Here is proof that wearing a blazer can be powerfully sexy.