Oh my plus size ladies, I feel like I want to give you all high fives and hug you simultaneously. Yes, this weather is absolutely beautiful. Yes, its lovely to have some sunshine in the UK. Yes, everyone is much more cheerful in the sun.
BUT (you knew there was one coming)
Dressing for this weather one long nightmare.
When it comes to these 28 degree heat, I begin longing to be a skinnie and minnie lady with legs up to here and arms like Jessica Ennis so I can get away with shorts, a bikini top and a sheer cami. Unfortunately, this isn’t (and never will be) the case. Despite wanting to look summery in pretty and floaty fabrics and wanting to stay cool in this heat, I still have the same problem areas that I want to disguise.
I know there’ll be those of you screaming at the screen like “embrace the bingo wings and the chub rub” and tutting at me for shaming myself and feeling like I should cover up, but this isn’t a “what society thinks of me” kind of issue, its a body confidence “Charl” issue. Number one, I hate getting my legs out – the most I’ll stretch to is a midi dress without tights (however, give me some black opaques and I’ll wear a bum skimming dress), and I hate getting my arms out. This leaves me with the constant issue of ruining an otherwise lovely outfit with either a jacket or a cardigan. Gr.
When I headed down to British Summer Time in Hyde Park at the weekend (review to come, Lionel was so freaking awesome) I felt a moment of “what to wear” panic. My “date” (also known as my cousin) opted for a denim pinafore, bronzed legs out, arms out, looking every inch the seasoned festival go-er in a flowered headband and pink bandau top. Me? I was more up for wearing an all in one Victorian bathing suit and being done with it.
In the end I settled for this ensemble which was picked up on a last minute dash around town after trying on my entire wardrobe, collapsing in a heap on the floors and proclaiming through sobs that “I HATE EVERYTHING I OWN” (we’ve all done this, don’t judge).
(Outside Buckingham Palace. The Queen was home so I tweeted to see if Prince Harry was at his nans for a Sunday Roast and asked him to save me a Yorkshire Pud. No reply as yet*)
A floaty vintage looking floral print skirt (Primark), a loose fitting white t-shirt (Primark again), a spike embellished necklace (Topshop), gladiator sandals (Florence & Fred) and a trusty fringed bag (River Island)
Simple, yes. But cooling. I even dared to flash more flesh on my arms than I usually would, and surprisingly I didn’t feel like the whole of London were looking at me like I resembled Ursula the sea witch from The Little Mermaid.
Are you ladies coping/not coping with dressing weather appropriately like I am? Please say you feel my pain.