I Post a Picture of Myself Every Day

tbh I could talk about this forever

A lot of look.

Dear Readers,

First up, did you hear about my new book club? I have teamed up with incredible author Celia Laskey and amazing LGBTQ+ bookstore Allstora to launch the Sweet N Spicy Sapphic Romcom Book Club! I am beyond excited about this — getting to share a sapphic romance with y’all every month is a dream come true. Better yet, for every new membership signup, Allstora donates a book to an LGBTQ+ youth in a state with book bans.

Learn more, sign up today (new members can get the first month for only $1!), read along with us each month!

I love clothes. I’m just saying it! There’s a voice in my head that cringes at this, that wants you to know she’s a serious type who cares about the various injustices in the world and the great risk the current administration poses to most of us but particularly immigrants and trans folks and of course lots of us with a uterus, but also I think often about how culture tells women in particular we need to look a certain way and pushes a barrage of capitalistic messaging our way to spend spend spend and then also rejoices in telling us we’re vain and frivolous for caring about fashion.

There is also the kneejerk reaction I have, that I want to tell you “I KNOW!” I know I am extremely not conventionally attractive, that I am over 40, that I am fat, that I am not what anyone is thinking about when they think about fashion. This is fine with me. I mean, no, I want to knock down the walls of our culture that says you have to be a certain age and size and look to matter, but otherwise, no, I don’t fucking care. I can’t! Where would that get me?

When I was in my twenties, I hardly liked clothes at all for some time. This was simply because it was nearly impossible to find cute plus-sized stuff. As soon as that changed, my relationship with fashion changed as well. When online stores pushed for more size-inclusive options ten-ish years later, it changed even more.

I never sat down and thought something like, wow, I am certainly killing it in the style department, and even though often when I am out I get complimented on what I’m wearing, I tend to take this as a compliment for the clothes and not myself.