Found through Body Impolitic:
The title of this post comes from one of the sanest additions to the recent feminism/fashionista debate. If I could pound one life lesson into my dear nieces’ heads, this would certainly be one of the top candidates.
I like fashion, makeup, and perfume, but if it doesn’t make me happy, I’m going to do without it and not beat myself up about it. I stopped reading a lot of fashion magazines a while ago because there was nothing there for me, and the few magazines that tried to reach out to larger sized women (Mode, Grace) died out. Right now, BPAL perfume oils bring me a lot of fun. And the knitting bug lets me play with color and texture and different fibers. I may very well decide like Grace to let my gray hairs show after hiding them for almost two decades as part of the Croning process if it stops being fun.
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