Thursday, 23 March 2017

March Madness...

Disclaimer...this blog post ain't got a thing to do with the NCAA March Madness tournament, this month has just been on a MOD TING ( Word to Drizzy + all my fellow Torontonians :P)


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The weather here has officially started warming up! The crazy Canadians are back at it again with their rolled denim, and short sleeves. It's been a whole week since I've seen snow with my own eyes. So yes, my friends spring has officially sprung. My mom went back to school this month, I'm a month into my promotion and I've never felt more fatigued. I would love to be able to list some amazing things I've done this month, but work occupies all of my memories of the month. My Goddaugther had her first dance recital, and I missed it :(. She looked absolutely amazing, and I am proud of her nonetheless. 





The fly gyals have been cookin' ;) As you may not know... HA! My friends and I have a youtube channel (subscribe to us : theflygyals). We have been brainstorming ways to be more consistent/committed. So stay tuned if you're a real one. Tell a friend, to tell a friend :) We appreciate the support thus far, and hope to continue from here. I need to give these 3 ladies a huge shoutout! I've been feeling extremely overwhelmed with life lately (and crowds), and there has been something extra sweet about their fellowship this month. I'm thankful for sisters that understand me, and laugh with me. Love y'all to the moon and back, and super grateful for your support in all areas of my life. Get you some real friends y'all they are truly irreplaceable.



I forgot the biggest news of the month... Ya girl got a weave!! And it's kinda purple!! I'm not typically a straight hair girl, but I thought why not try something new for the spring time. One time for snapchat, where would we all be without those filters?




I think I'm going to give some fashion related blogs a try, maybe next month I'll feature a couple #PSOOTD / #OOTD posts on my instagram, with outfit details posted here. Maybe I'll do some styling related blogs. Who knows! All I know is that warmer weather is going to have me shopping like a fool, and I ain't got nobody to share it with but y'all. Keep a look out, follow me on instagram : @fabulouslykita 

May the remainder of your March be ever blessed. May your bank account flourish once that tax refund hits. May your edges be laid like no other.


Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Being fat + Occupying space (Online &IRL)

So you mad huh? Stay mad.
A double post?! Who would have thought I had it in me. I just needed y'all to know I haven't forgotten about this blog series. The crazy thing is, the post about "Being fat + health care" to date has the most views on this blog. Shoutout to you guys for being the real MVP'S!!!

Today's post is even more relatable and brought to you by years of having the nerve to occupy space while simultaneously staying fat.
Let me start by saying, I'm never more aware of the fact that I am fat than when I am on an airplane! I don't know about you guys, but when I board a plane I suddenly become hyper aware of my size. It's the narrow aisles that taunt me, and the frustrated glares from passengers that tell me far more than their mouths will ever admit "I hope she isn't sitting next to me". People are really upset with fat people because it inconveniences them. Let me just put it out there one time, I'm not too pleased to be sitting beside you either ma'am/sir BUT the way my bank account is set up I can't afford to buy 2 seats, so I suck it up and make tiresome small talk - because you are a human being and deserve to be treated as such. Flying can be an embarrassing thing for some people, so please for the love of humanity stop treating us like elephants and hippos, stop asking to switch your seat ( Scratch that, I can't tell you what to do, just please be mindful of the way you make your request.), and please keep the arm rest up - we put it up for a reason. I just wanna empower a couple of people in this moment, so you can scroll through if it is too uncomfortable to read, of if you feel compelled to let me know how wrong I am.
Dear big person,
You don't need to be apologetic when flying. Asking for a seatbelt extender does not make you less of a human being. Being comfortable while flying is not just a smaller person's luxury. Travel as often as you budget allows! Don't read too much into the looks on people's faces as you're making your way to your seat. If you need to use the washroom, please do so! As long as you're using your manners, I promise the fellow passengers won't hate you. If you're still feeling down, just think about all the adventures that await you once you get off that plane. I promise you have absolutely nothing to apologise for.
Love,
Nakita
Dare I go on? I dare :) Let us get down to an even more basic method of transportation. I don't know what transit is like in your city, but I live in a pretty big city :Toronto. I am a TTC commuter. I rely on the buses, the subway, and streetcars to get me to and fro daily. Let me set the scene: 6pm rush hour traffic, buses are full as are the streetcars. People are commuting home from work/classes. No seats left, only standing room. People are packed on the buses like sardines, lo and behold there is one seat available. You guessed it, it is beside me- a fat person. You probably also guessed that the seat remained empty... because obviously sitting beside me is the worst thing to do after a long day. You may have read that, and assumed  I was overreacting or reading too much into a non existent situation. I assure you I was not. That has happened to me far too many for it to be a coincidence.  I'm telling you, I've seen a lady wobble on a moving bus, and almost fall twice instead of just sitting beside me. I've literally made myself uncomfortable trying to squeeze my large self onto a seat so that people would feel comfortable enough to sit beside me. The struggle is ongoing for fat people, we want to occupy space the same way the rest of the world does without psychoanalyzing every interaction of lack thereof.
What does IRL mean? For those of you who were wondering it means "In real life". I just covered those, but believe me when I say it goes beyond transportation. Living everyday in a fat body and taking up space should be seen as revolutionary, because people are out here making it real hard for no reason. Fat people don't need to be ogled, we don't need to be pointed at, we don't need to be the subject of your unauthorized photo shoot either.   
Occupying space online should be easier, and less stressful but oddly enough that isn't always the case. Your experience online really depends on the internet circles you frequent, and your assumed popularity. A site like Facebook is a great space to find positive community. There are many groups on there for almost anything you could think of. I am a part of a GTA clothing swap/sale group - and I've found it to be quite uplifting and encouraging. Everybody online isn't out to troll you, but that doesn't mean you should let your guard down. Social media sites such as: Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram are tad bit trickier to navigate- ESPECIALLY if you have some sort of a following. Not only are your thoughts publicized but so are you pictures. People aren't always nice, and if your profiles are open you're ultimately giving people a free for all. Hashtags are a universal way people find trending information, some people peruse certain hashtags just to be cruel and disrespectful. I'll say this, occupying space online has given me thicker skin. I've been accused of glorifying obesity (by posting pictures of myself in a bikini), I've been fat shamed, I've been accused of not actually having struggles because I shop at forever 21. The list goes on, and it gets more ridiculous. Personally one of the scariest things have been the extent at which some people have gone to reduce me to some BBW (Big beautiful Woman) fetish. I sought community online years ago because there were things that were uncomfortable to address to people IRL.  I sought community online looking for representation, looking for people that could relate to my struggles. And I found it, but it came accompanied with many ugly things. I've had to think of clever but polite retorts for the negative people. I've had to get rid of apps to deal with stalkers and those with stalker like tendencies. I've had to defend my personhood & womanhood many times over. All that to say I wouldn't trade it for the world. I've been far more blessed than cursed and for that I am grateful. I've compiled some tips for my fellow fatties that are apprehensive about occupying space online.
  • Not everyone is a troll - I promise!
  • You are allowed to say no.
  • Block/Delete options are there for your protection
  • Reporting people works wonders
  • If you're being bullied in a chat/forum - reach out to the admin
  • Making your profile private is not a sign of weakness
  • Protect your space/energy
  • Anonymity isn't cowardly (Unless you're sending hateful messages)
  • Be free & have fun
There you have it folks, a glimpse at what it's like to occupy space while being fat. I hope and pray your eyes have been opened to our day-to-day realities. Share this with your big friend, I'd love to hear other peoples' stories. Our experiences shape us, but I pray we won't let them break us. Be blessed y'all.
<3

the long overdue writing prompts...*Rolls eyes*

Hey Y'all it's me again :)

It is a new month and I was incredibly unsuccessful at the writing challenge. While I most definitely didn't write something new every day, I did write a few and I  decided I would share them with you lovely people. Most of y'all really don't care, but one of my goals was to create more. I guess I'll share about my February one time. February zoomed by, I know it's the shortest month but it felt like it lasted 2 weeks. I got promoted at one job (YAY!), I feel like I'm permanently tired, the weather is slowly changing. Listing those things made me yawn (I'm a boring girl what can I say!). The highlight of last month was most likely my promotion. Ya girl is officially part of the management team at work! I won't be fake humble, I worked hard and it paid off (S/o to God & my momma!). Learning the numbers side of the retail world has been overwhelming\exciting all at once. I'm excited to see how far I can make it in this retail world. I am trying to be intentional in my new role, I am in the early stages still but I definitely am molding myself into a training manager. I'm sure I'll have tales to tell, and more blog posts about my job in the future. Just stay tuned.




 Now... on to the writing prompts.


Writing prompt day 17:
"I rather not know..."


I rather not know why it felt more comfortable to lie than to tell the truth. You were important to me, at one time I would have labeled you one of my closest friends. When the opportunity presented itself, you chose to lie. That burned more than I care to admit. In that moment everything I had felt disintegrated. My feelings deserved better, they deserved honesty. I deserved better. I rather not know why you let me see the real you. It doesn't matter at the end of the day, and that stings. If you let me tell it, I never wanted to see a day without your friendship. Now that we haven't been friends for almost two years, I feel liberated. Unrequited anything will drive you crazy. But at least it doesn't burn as much as the lies. 


Writing prompt day 16:
"Describe him....."
He is gentle, and unpredictable. He is brown and kind. He is goofy and soft. He is the one I stopped trying to dream up, because I didn't want to be disappointed. He is a dreamer, a creator, he is inspired. He is southern, and most definitely a gentleman. He is funny in the most annoying way possible. And if you ask him, he is only right 10% of the time. He is my homieloverfriend. He is just about my height, and I like it like that. He is almost always lost is his own head, and sometimes I got to silence the silly thoughts. He is my favourite person to talk to, and yet my least favourite goodbye. He is the reason airports are bittersweet. He is faithful, and loyal, and God willing my future head. He is the only one I want to father my children, and the only one I want to say I do to. He is mine, and I am his. 

Writing prompt day 12:
"special to me"

Do I have any prized possessions? Absolutely not. Anything material that I absolutely couldn't live without? Another resounding no. What is special to me? People are. I'm beyond thankful for the family that was given to me, and family I couldn't help but choose. Things are special enough you see. Almost anything with monetary value could be replaced. The people in my life could never be replaced, and that's why they are special to me. I've mourned the lives of some people that are special to me. My grandma, my great grandma, and my cousin junior come to mind. With loss comes gain my friends. The birth of my goddaughter 4 years ago added a special person into my life, as did the internet where I ended up meeting my boyfriend. So there you have it, I'm one of those people that places value on relationships over possessions. So if you're ever wondering what's special to me, it's probably you.


Writing prompt day:30
"How to love her..."
Here's how you love her: Love God first, love him more. Remind her that she is altogether lovely. Be intimate with her thoughts. See more than just her body. Tell her she is beautiful in her bonnet while you're in your durag. Look at her with and without makeup and stare in awe. Notice when her brows are on fleek, or when her eyelids are a little bit more golden. Talk NBA stats with her like she is a sports analyst. Tell her she would be your patronus. Love the ones she loves. Remember things like her birthday, and her best friends birthday. Compliment her fresh acrylic set. Watch animated movies with her. Kiss her forehead every now and then. Build with her, marry her, make her a mother. I'm not sure that's how to love her, but it is surely how to love me.

So there you have it folks, out of 28 days, I wrote 5 times (insert face palm emoji!). Please don't come for me, I'll do better y'all.