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Monday, 21 August 2017

Outfit Fail


A fashion fave of mine said silver is back in this spring and as an owner of a nice pair of shiny platform heels, I fully endorse this vendetta. I’ve wanted to have another go at styling these shoes since my boring eventing outfit but you know how you plan the perfect out in your head and then see it in the mirror and its like, . . . no. *sigh, thats exactly what happened when I thought I could just throw on pair of embroidered jeans, fish net stockings, and some silver platform heels and call it a day. I tried something and it didn't turn out as great as thought it would and thats been happening a lot lately. I've been in a fashion funk for over a year now an somethings got to give. WTF?! 

Monday, 7 August 2017

Yardley Stayfast Foundation Review


I've been using theYardley London Stayfast 24hour Foundation for a while now and have made review that does not share the sentiments of most people who have fallen in love with the product.
I don't mind that its thick but I find it a tad challenging to blend in and it tends to gather on my fine lines and make m pores and piples much more pronounced and brings much attention to them. I disagree with it 24 hour lasting claim and wearing high coverage foundation tends to cause it to get very cake. I gave this foundation a 7/10  score based soley on its own claims and price points however, I will not be purchasing it again. Watch the video below for more info.

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

Ladylike Strides

I'm quite positive my camera is broken

I'm someone who strongly believes that clothing carry and transmit other peoples troubles and bad mojo and am against wearing someone else's clothing. . .not that there was ever an opportunity to do so anyways because there just that aren't enough plus size women of my age in my life. However, when one of my ex flatmates rocked up at my place wearing the perfect Camo Jacket I wanted for a look in a post called green with envy, I threw caution to the wind and harassed her for it.

Sunday, 23 July 2017

I keep the empties



I imagine that anybody who has seen as many marraiges, families, friends and peers perish to alcoholism as I have would naturally develop a personal level of disdain towards the substance. I never thought I'd be writing about liquor, let alone end up actually liking wines but here I am, full glass in hand on a saturday night. How did it come to this? 

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Rediscovering Port St Johns : The Wild Coast Jewel




When I was 18, I ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it into the Indian ocean; my home can’t possibly be where my heart is, I am no mam’lambo. Between the places my parents have rented and raised me in for the past 21 years and some change, my fathers paternal home in Lusikisiki where I’ve always felt out of place because of the ‘town kid’ priviledge treatment and my mothers maternal home in Tombo which I can’t really call home because my father wouldn’t be impressed, home is still a concept I haven’t quite mastered yet. I’ve always imagined myself buying myself a property somewhere around Port St Johns, putting my name on that title deed and waking up to the crowing of my chickens in the Hok every morning. How that’s going to happen with a Biochemistry oriented career is beyond me.

Thursday, 29 June 2017

Green with envy




I used to have more luck finding clothing that fit me at Mr price and Factorie but that has changed recently. Either all my fellow plus size girls are snatching all those clothes up before I can can get my hands on them which I am here for because it'll mean yall are slaying, the clothing can sense how broke I am and don't want anything to do with me or I've gone beyond some sort of size limit I'm not aware of. Seeing smaller ladies effortlessly browsing through the isles and finding their picks with complete and utter ease makes me green with envy. Not that I have anything against them, absolutely not, go ahead on with your bad selves, snatch my edges. Its just that those mini heart attacks everytime I see something I like at the possibility of not finding my own size will get to me in the worst way sometimes. 

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Junkie Status Scrapped: a Hual



I went home for some healing from lifes hardships recently and when I Got home, my parents had a little surprise waiting for me, gift cards. Its been  over 8 months since I've hit the shops for anything and I'm surprised at how reasonably I spent my chankooras. I actually knew what I wanted to buy. I had a list and stuck to it and everything. I think this is what they call adulting. I think I'm no longer a stuff junkie.Man, Its been a while! My current financial situation has made shopping for clothing impossible in the last 8 months, so has my weight gain. Do you know just how much i wanted to rock the rock band oversized t-shirt + net stockings look? My band of choice was going to be Metallica. This fashion drought is a crime and will go unforgiven. See what I did there?lol.


Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Some more Pictures of people



To compensate for the blog post that was supposed to be about going home and giving you a non tourist perspective of what its like to be a Mpondo girl having grown up in Port St Johns in the Wild coast, I decided to post a few pictures I took of a Lovely lady who goes by @sunnishinecafe on instagram that had me nostalgic for the days and style of Aaliyah. Rest in peace baby girl.
Channeling Aaliyah is one of the tons of plussize outfit blog posts I have drafted, parked, and delayed because of a small I may have overlooked when purchasing my Nikon D3100, the camera doesn't come with a camerawoman.I really want to do these looks some justice you know*le sigh*.

*Please note, i own copyrights to all images in this post, Please do not use, redestribute without my permission, my contact information is on the about page*

Monday, 10 April 2017

Hair update : I hate my hair

My skin has gone to shit. . .Again!


I currently hate my hair, and no, its got nothing to do with any deep set psychological inferiority complexes. I've dealt with that already. I just don't like the way it looks, feels, and behaves.I should come to terms with the fact that this is how my hair was meant to be but the thing is, I've seen it do better, much better. I can't put the blame entirely on the fro though what with my noodle based diet and lack of deliberate sweat inducing situations in my life, but all thats about to change. I told you I'm going to get my life together this year. I think I've sorted out my internal conflict with the gym and convinced my dad to buy me a new pair of training shoes. I even got my hair braided for gym. You know how this goes mos. Washed  hair = wet hair and wet shrunken hair doesn't really suit me. Washing my hair and scalp while stretched and in braids is much more convenient for me. Wang Verstaan?


Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Fatness vs Fitness. The great contradiction.


*pictures to be updated soon*
 Discovering the world of body acceptance has been a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, I formed a relationship with it, albeit a rocky one complete with ups and downs. On the other hand, the great contradiction of accepting, possibly loving my fat body and working out, among other reasons always triggers deliberate self sabotage. I was made aware of the value people put on looks  when I received more than my fair share of  vilification for not being conventionally beautiful and being as big as I am at the same time so you can imagine why I would put my workout gear away anytime my body starts looking smaller and the sudden worthiness of respect creeps its ugly self into my perfect consistent world of insults, side eyes and bullying. As much as my frustration was valid when I was suddenly 'beautiful' when my size 38 body became a different kind of size 38 in 2012, I should have expected it. All this mean is I just need to learn how to navigate a new space . So you see my dilemma here? Mind fuckery.

"I think it's boring that each time fat people (especially those who have been vocal on accepting their fat) have to do these big ass disclaimers when talking about excercise."-Nomali.


Tuesday, 28 March 2017

What size is plussize?




Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Smashbox Halo HD liquid foundation review.


My mother was delighted when she found out I was dabbling with makeup. I was finally turning into a girl after years of confusing her with the spikes, piercings and tomboyish clothes. Unfortunately as with all good things, her delight came to an abrupt end when I could no longer financially sustain my newfound obsession. ''R300 for udaka, mud? sikhona isinuka? asoze"Finding my perfect foundation was a very taxing trial and error so I thought I should do my bit to make the process a little less tedious or expensive for the next person by reviewing a few starting with my liquid foundation by smashbox. This review is not sponsored but even if it was, I would stay true to my opinions.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Taking photos of people



Remember when I said I would try taking photos of people and things ( which I already do) as a paying job? description? Well about a month ago, a few ladies from Pietermaritzburg starting their clothing, lipstick and hair businesses contacted me asking me to take pictures of them in their stuff which I must say is pretty dope. Honestly, I'm buying me one of those lippies as soon as I get me some shmoney.

We started off at off on campus and the concept was simple ; campus girls. Mbali kweyama, the owner of Intyatyambo creations specialising in African print women's wear wanted to show off her doeks which could also double up as bandeau tops and well. . .this happened. These are the unedited pictures. That light room subscription looks real good right about now.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

2017 Wishlist




I don’t know why I’m making this wishlist. I’m just torturing myself really. Money is going to be very tight this year and any possibility of financial freedom depends on that 75% aggregate I promised myself by the end of the first semester and luck; lots and lots of luck! This is going to be the longest semester of my life. *sigh*Anyways, back to the stuff. These things have been haunting my instagram feed and dreams but I’ve either felt too undeserving to actually get them or been too broke to afford them. Maybe one day I’ll muster up the courage to talk about how spending money, even on things I need to survives gives me anxiety and leaves me feeling guilty because of my modest upbringing.


Monday, 16 January 2017

Reflection and confessions

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Reflecting on my life is not something I particularly enjoy doing;  in fact, I quite literally actively avoid it. I am my own worst critic and I tend to be very hard on myself when things “don’t go according to plan” even if they’re beyond my control. The past four years have just kind of blended together in a goalless blur with no defining moments separating them and I feel so very stuck. The fear of facing the cumulative time, energy and resources  I cannot physically account and atone for is damn near paralyzing  and  completely overshadows any sense of joy and accomplishment from the fruits of my labour. . .thats if there are any. If want to change this, I’m going to have to face the music and set goals for myself, write them down so I can see them and crush them. Lets do this.