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29.4.13

POD - All about accessories


Okay - so several things were strange about yesterdays quick shoot for todays Plussize Outfit Day. First of all I've been SUPER busy lately and I just got home from Amsterdam and totally forgot about POD being just around the corner. So I'll admit it; this happened rather quickly.

Another thing is: I don't really see myself as an accessories kinda girl - not big or many accessories anyway. So I didn't really know what to do this time.


So I started out with a black top and a black maxiskirt. And a bit of mascara. Nothing else. Nothing special. Then I went inside again and threw on some things. And went outside again - and then some more strange things happened. I was very tired from arriving in Copenhagen late last night and then waking up early at my boyfriend's brother's house to get to the bus and go all the way back to Aarhus. Then when we arrived in Aarhus we went straight to my boyfriend's parents to spend the day with his family. So suddenly my bag flew out of my hands and my neighbour opened his door (and no - I'm still not used to people seeing us taking pictures of me). 


Anyway! This is what I did. A blue jacket (I'll let myself call it an accesorie!), a (flying) bag and a statement necklace. And then I went inside as soon as my neighbour walked out... 


Remember to check out the other girls and their accessories!

Audrey: http://www.big-or-not-to-big.com/

Miria: http://pluskawaii.blogspot.de/

Melanie: http://www.rubenesque.ch

11.4.13

Mothers - be good to your daughters

English version below the photo

For et par dage siden oplevede jeg noget, som fik tankerne igang. Mødre kan være så hårde ved deres døtre, selvom de sikkert ikke selv lægger mærke til, at de er det. Jeg ringede til min mor, så snart jeg havde mulighed for det, for at takke hende for, at hun ikke har peget på min mave og været hård ved mig på den måde. Jovist, hun har vist nok sagt, at en trøje sad lidt for tæt, at en kjole var lidt for kort og hun har trukket et nederdel ned, når det har været ved at kravle op over min røv. Og ja, jeg tolkede det som, at hun ikke syntes, jeg så godt nok ud, som jeg var. Og ja, det var hårdt. Og jeg har konfronteret hende med det og jeg kunne se i hendes øjne, at det gjorde ondt i hendes hjerte, at jeg havde tænkt og følt sådan. 

Og nogle af de mødre, som jeg har mødt på det sidste, har sikkert heller ikke ment det ondt. Jeg kan forestille mig, at det er et udtryk for, at de bare gerne vil beskytte deres døtre mod kommentarer fra en verden, der kan være ond - og det gør de ved at sørge for, at tøjet ikke afslører maver og ikke vækker for meget opmærksomhed. Men når man som ung og usikker pige for eksempel står i et prøverum, så har man brug for at mor er veninde og ikke fjende. Heller ikke selvom fjenden mener det kærligt. For når mor siger: "Sæt dig lige ned og se, hvordan din mave buler ud i den trøje der", så gør det ondt. Og når mor siger: "Nå, så må du altså tabe dig", fordi en trøje ikke lige passer, så gør det ondt. I stedet skulle mor måske sige, at maver på kvinder i en størrelse langt mindre faktisk OGSÅ buler ud, når de sidder ned. Og at kvinder i en størrelse langt mindre faktisk OGSÅ kan prøve tøj på, som passer ad helvedes til af den simple grund, at tøjet bare ikke er syet til at passe alle kroppe, fordi ingen kroppe er ens. 

Det er meningen at mødre skal elske på trods. Og det gør de sikkert også. Jeg er sikker på, at det er kærligt ment. Men jeg er ikke sikker på, at mødre ved, hvor ondt det gør, når de udpeger fejl. Eller hvor meget det sikkert betyder for pigers måde at se dem selv på. Og det kan altså godt gøre mig vred, når jeg ser det ske lige for øjnene af mig, at mødre (ubevidst) piller selvtilliden ud af deres egne døtre, når de i stedet burde bygge den op. 

Min mor har altid bakket mig op. Bakket mig op, når jeg sagde, at NU ville jeg tabe mig. Bakket mig op, når jeg sagde, at nu gad jeg ikke være på kur mere. Bakket mig op, når jeg sagde, at jeg fandme også ville gå i skinny jeans og ikke gider gå klædt i telte, bare fordi jeg vejer for meget. Og jeg ved, at hun er stolt af mig, at hun synes jeg er smuk, at hun elsker mig højere end højt. Og jeg ved godt, at hun aldrig har ment noget ondt med det, når hun har trukket mit tøj ned på plads - hun har bare sørget for at jeg ikke viste min røv til hele verden. 

Jeg ved ikke, hvad min mor vil sige til, at dukke op på bloggen - men jeg synes det her billede er så skønt!
Jeg elsker min mor.
I don't know what my mum has to say about being on my blog, but I think this photo is wonderful!
I love my mum. 

A few days ago I heard something that made my thoughts wander. Mothers can be so tough on their daughters, even though they probably don't notice it. I called my mum as soon as I had the chance to thank her. Thank her because she never pointed at my belly and was hard on me like that. Yes, she sometimes told me that a shirt was too tight, that a dress was a bit too short and I remember her pulling my skirt down, because it was about to flash my ass. And yes, back then I thought it was because she thought I didn't look good enough as I was. And yes, it was hard on me. I confronted her with it and I could tell from the look in her eyes that it hurt her so bad, that I'd been thinking and feeling like that. 

And some of the mothers I've met lately, probably didn't mean any harm either. I guess it's all about mothers trying to protect their daughters from comments in a world that is cruel sometimes - and they do that by making sure that bellys don't show and that clothes don't stand out too much. But when a young, insecure girl is in the fitting room to give an example, she needs for her mother to be a friend - not an enemy. Not even of the enemy means well and does it with love. 'Cause when mom says: "Sit down and see how your belly bulges out!", it hurts. And when mom says: "Well, then you need to loose weight!" because a shirt doesn't fit right, it hurts. Instead mom is supposed to say, that all women's bellys bulges out when they sit - even women a lot smaller. And that women a lot smaller ALSO try on clothes that fits like shit, because clothes aren't made to fit every body, because not to bodys are the same!

Mothers are meant to love no matter what. And I'm sure they do. And I'm sure they mean it a loving way. I'm not sure they know how much it hurt, when they point at mistakes like that though. Or how big an effect it can have at the way their girls look at themselves. And it makes me feel so upset when I see it happen right in front of me - mothers (without knowing, I'm sure) breaking down their daughters' confidence instead of building it. 

My mother has always been supportive of me. She supported me everytime I told her I wanted to loose weight. And she backed me up when I said that I didn't want to diet anymore. She supported me when I said I wanted to wear skinny jeans too and didn't want to wear tents just because I'm too big. And I know she's proud of me, that she thinks I'm beautiful and that she loves me more than alot. And I know she never meant any harm by pulling my clothes to where it needed to be - she just made sure I didn't show off my ass to the world. 

Four dresses from Asos Curve

Jeg tog lige en hurtig tur ned over Asos Curves kjoler - og der er så mange fine lige nu! Her er bare fire af dem - og der er flere jeg sagtens kunne finde på at klikke hjem. Hvis jeg altså ikke lige stod og var på vej ud og rejse, ikke?

I just took a quick look at Asos Curve's dresses - and there are so many nice dresses right now! Here's four of them. I could easily click even more home - well. I would have if I wasn't going travelling soon. 

6.4.13

My phone is naked

Ej, det passer ikke helt, at min telefon er nøgen, for jeg havde et nød-cover liggende til den. Heldigvis. For i sidste uge blev min fine mobiltaske pist væk. Jeg er ikke glad for at beskylde nogen for at have stjålet den, men den var altså lige pludselig bare væk fra min lomme...... Og de forsvinder jo altså ikke af sig selv. Heldigvis snakkede jeg i telefon, så den røg da ikke med også! Men nu har jeg altså brug for en ny mobiltaske, så jeg er begyndt at kigge... 

Well, it's not completely true that my phone is naked, 'cause I had a emergency cover hiding somewhere. Luckily, since my phone purse disapeared last week. I'm not happy about acusing someone of stealing it, but suddenly it just wasn't in my pocket anymore...... And I mean... Things don't just disapear all on it's own. Luckily I was on the phone when it happened - so I didn't loose my phone too! So now I need a new phone purse and I've begun to look for one... 


Ligenu er jeg mest varm på den fine fra Adax, som selvfølgelig er den dyreste. Og den eneste som ikke har rem. 

Right now I think I like the one from Adax the most - it's so pretty. It is of course the most expensive. And also the only one without a strap on it. 

5.4.13

Buy what fits - sometimes (sadly) you have to....

T-shirt - H&M
Igår var jeg ude at shoppe efter overdele i lilla. Jeg er nemlig blevet medlem af et skønt kor og om to uger står jeg i London med og synger koncerter med dem. Og det foregår altså i lilla. Og eftersom at jeg ingenting ejer i lilla, så måtte jeg jo finde noget. Hvilket ikke er nemt, fordi:

1. Lilla er umiddelbart ikke den mest populære farve lige nu (med mindre man er vild med pastel-lilla, hvilket ikke lige er mig i øjeblikket...)
2. Når lilla ikke i forvejen ikke er super-populært og let at finde i almindelige størrelser, så er det faktisk så godt som umuligt at finde i plus size (fordi plus size-mærkerne åbenbart har tænkt sig at følge med tidens trends i år - hvilket er pisse fedt. Hvis det ikke var fordi jeg seriøst mangler lilla tøj).

Så derfor var jeg tvunget til at tage mig til takke med det, jeg kunne finde i almindelige størrelser - hvilket i forvejen ikke var meget. Men når man samtidig godt ved, at man skal igennem en seriøs kamp mod størrelserne i prøverummet, så er der ligesom ikke plads til at være alt for forfængelig og kræsen. Så jeg tog alt med lilla nuancer (bortset fra pastel...) med mig og kæmpede mig igennem en lille håndfuld overdele hvoraf én kunne forsvares som passende.

Og det gjorde mig faktisk skidt tilpas, fordi jeg med hjælp fra andre skønne plus size bloggere har lært, at jeg ikke behøver "nøjes" med det der passer mig - der er nok at vælge imellem til at jeg kan vælge det, jeg har lyst til at gå med. I langt de fleste tilfælde i hvert fald. Så situationen igår sendte mig lidt tilbage til usikre teenagedage, hvor jeg mere eller mindre bare blev nødt til at gå i det, der passede og blev nødt til at se bort fra om snittet, farven og udtrykket passede til mig... Om det var moderne eller gammelkone-agtigt.

Så min pointe? Hurra for plus size-tøj som giver os muligheder, hurra for at vi minder hinanden om, at vi ikke behøver nøjes. Og... hurra for tøj med stræk i!

Yesterday I went shopping for purple tops. I joined a wonderful choir and in two weeks I'll be in London doing a few concerts. And I have to wear purple for that. Since I don't have anything purple in my choir I had to find something. Which turned out to be quite difficult because:


1. Purple is not exactly the most popular colour at the moment (unless you really like that pastel purple - and I'm not quite there yet....)

2. Because purple is hard to find even in normal sizes it's even harder in plus size, because this season plus size brands decided to be pretty much on trend. Which is cool. If only I didn't desperately need something purple... 


So I was forced to take what I could find in straight sizes, since there was nothing in the plus size ranges I found. And even in straight sizes there weren't much. And since I knew I was going to have a struggle with sizes I didn't have much room to be picky. So I took everything purple with me (well... Almost. Not the pastel ones and the once without any stretch in them). I tried them all on and one of the pieces fit alright. 


It didn't exactly make me feel good, because with help from the wonderful plus size community I've learned that I don't have to just take what fits me. There's enough to choose from, so that I can choose what I want to wear. As long as I don't have to buy something very specific. Like a purple top.  The situation yesterday made me feel like an insecure teenager that had to buy what I could fit into and had to not think about if the colour, the cut or if it's on trend or too grandmother-ish. 

My point? Well... Hurray for plus size clothes that give us something to pick from, hurray for Us because we remind each other that we have a choice, and..... hurray for clothes with stretch!

Har du set noget pænt lilla for nyligt? Så tip mig gerne. 
Have you seen anything pretty and purple lately? Please let me know then!

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