The Summer of the Tank Top

So I know I’m still new at this whole blogging thing, but I don’t want to just have this be a fashion blog where I post what I wore and where I went… I want to talk about what’s going on in my life and most importantly, make some sort of difference and impression as best I can. So this post is about body positivity. And tank tops.

When I was growing up, I was always told by my father that I was too chubby and that I should get into sports to lose weight. Thing was, I never really liked to play sports and I loved doing the opposite of what my father asked of me.

Although, I’ve recently been trying to exercise more and get into shape, the little extra fluff doesn’t bother me. The real problem began halfway through puberty – my body hair. Everywhere. Thank you, genetics, for the thick Italian hair. I hated it. It took me a long time and lot of soul searching to become completely comfortable in my own skin and now I completely am.

When I get out of the shower and look at my naked body, I’m happy. Regardless of the extra fat or hair, I’m okay with how I look. And that’s just so important – no matter shape, size, color, scar, anything – that we’re happy in our skin and not persecuted for it.

So you guys might be wondering what’s triggered this post. Well, two reasons. First, I was thinking about my current summer wardrobe and it’s literally just tank tops. A year or two ago, you wouldn’t catch me dead in a tank. Second, one of my coworkers commented on how disgusting my body hair was and that I should wax. My internal monologue went off thinking, “You know, it’s taken me a long time to be happy in my skin and no one has the right to try and tear that down.”

Most of my tank tops are from American Apparel, because I’m obsessed with the Viscose fabric and I have my employee discount. Plus, they really know how to make a damn good tank.

So, I guess this post is dedicated to American Apparel. Thank you to the factory for the quality tanks and thank you to my coworker for instigating this post. My hope is that anyone who reads this and is at all conscious of their body can have this take away: you are beautiful and you are unique and you are perfect.

“If you can’t love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love somebody else? Get I get an ‘Amen’ up in here?” – RuPaul

Amen, RuPaul, Amen.


Photos by the lovely Isabelle Epskamp

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