Today is my birthday, and my lovely friend Nadia (you can find her over at Niddie’s Nest) made me the most fantastic tutu I have ever seen. She brought it in to work this morning in a HUGE fabric bag that she made just to carry it, and I was so astonished at it’s awesomeness I think I was speechless for about half an hour. I know, me, speechless! That never happens!
This afternoon Nadia and I had fun doing some OOTD shots in the stairwell at work. Mostly because this man climbed past me and my massive tutu four times! In the end we asked him if he wanted to be in the photo, or wear the tutu!
So here are my goofy photos of me in my tutu:
My camera isn’t very good, I think it might be reaching the end of it’s life. Time to buy a new one methinks.
I posted this photo on Facebook and Twitter earlier today:
And I’ve been astonished at the number of fat women who have piped up that they would like a tutu too. I say, make one! Get a friend to make one! Then put it on and pose like a goof in the stairwell at work, or somewhere else that tickles your fancy.
All my life I’ve dreamed of having a tutu. When I was a little kid, I watched ballet on TV and while I didn’t dream of being a ballerina, I wanted the outfit. They were so pretty and feminine, and everything I didn’t feel like. As a young woman, I would see fashion shoots with tutus in them, and long to own one, but I thought I was far too fat to dress like that. I told myself I could only have it if I lost weight. My body won’t lose weight, so for a long time I believed that I could never have a tutu.
But do you know what? I deserve to own and wear a tutu if I want to. So do you. To hell what anyone else thinks. So what if I look like an idiot? I love my tutu and how ridiculously huge and foofy it is. It’s my body, my life and my wardrobe that it’s going to live in, not anyone else’s.
If there’s an item of clothing you’ve always longed for, be it a tutu, a bikini, a biker jacket, knee high Go-Go boots, tight jeans, whatever it is, go out and get it. Find one that fits you that you just love to look at. Get one made if you can’t find what you want in your size. Put it on and rock the damn thing. Surround yourself with “inflaters”, the people who boost you up, not shoot you down, like my friend Nadia, who will support you in having fun with clothes. Strut. Laugh. Dance. Wiggle your arse. Have silly photographs taken of yourself and post them online. But most of all, LIVE.
You deserve it. Yes, even YOU.