‘Out of this world’ babes and NYX Cosmic Metals Lip Cream Review

A couple of weeks back I had the pleasure of being invited to a little blogger meet in London at Stratford shopping centre. I finally got to meet two good blogger pals, Mookie and Leah, for the first time as well as getting to meet some new faces. I was really excited. Sharon and I traversed the tube before ending up at a glittering Christmas laden Westfield. After some dallying we headed out to do some shopping.

A heads up, Westfield Stratford City is abysmal for fat shopping. Though to be fair I think we all knew this and were just killing time until our meal reservation. I requested a pit stop into Boots for some dry shampoo and naturally we found our way into the cosmetics section.

I’ve recently become a bit of a fan of NYX. I’ve bought some under eye cream and 3 of their Soft Matte Lip Creams so far and I’m pretty chuffed with all of them so far. Much to absolute delight there was a NYX counter in this particular Boots. The staff looked INCREDIBLE. Their make up was amazing. I was cooing to the others about the lip creams and urging them to give them a try, when Leah and I came across the new Cosmic Metals Lip Creams.

Leah being the bad influence she is on me anyway convinced me to buy one. All the colours are pretty amazing.

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Image taken from NYX Instagram c/o @laurelfreedbeauty

Naturally I opted for the green shade, Out of This World. I’ve been on the hunt for a green lippy and so far I’ve only seen ones from Lime Crime and Jeffree Star, which I’m not touching with a barge pole. So I was excited to find green shade, that’s cheap, and a brand that (so fat, fingers crossed) are pretty un-problematic. This one is an emerald green with a green and gold pearl.

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With my little win bought and tucked into my grubby paws we headed out to dinner. We were booked in at a lovely Brazilian place, Cabana. Great service. Lots of laughs, lots of chat, a little belly ache, and we were parting ways.

You ever meet people and immediately feel like you’ve known them for years? That’s how they all made me feel. I forgot just how much I feel revitalised in company like that.

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Picture outrageously stolen from @curvywordy

 

So what is this? Some kinda diary? Where’s the bloody lipstick?

Ok, ok it’s here.

I was a bit hesitant to buy it, despite it’s amazing colour, because even though it says lip cream it’s pretty glossy.

Fuck it, though, right?

So I LOVE IT. The colour pigmentation is gorgeous. This is just one coat:

 

Super pigmented and glossy. It’s very opaque. As someone who’s pretty hamfisted I found them easy to apply. The long applicator and the doefoot brush made it easier to get quite a crisp (for me) line. The formula is very thick, almost gloopy. (Ha, I love that word. Gloooooooopy.)

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I will say that be mindful that a lot of product comes out on the brush so if you want to build up the cover it might be tricky. As I said the forumula is very thick and so this might not be the best for daytime wear. I haven’t worn it all day but I can’t see it being long lasting past eating and drinking. But it’s a knockout for a night out if you’re into a poured on look.

I did try blotting my lips and I found that it still looked great. Gave it a more matte looking, almost steely finish.

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For £7 this is a total bargain. Amazing colour, highly pigmented, and a lot of bang for your buck. I’m not going to rush out and buy many glosses but this is a little shimmering jewel in my collection.

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Spoopy Halloweenie 2k16

Did you all have a fun Halloween?

I think this may have been one of the best in ages. My super rad chum Sharon at Rad Fat Feminist invited me to spend Halloween with her at a couple of events and I was so down! I spent about three days putting together a costume which, for me, was pretty awesome considering the complete lack of fine motor skills and any crafting ability.

I’ve recently dyed my hair orange and I wanted to try and incorporate that into my costume. I opted to go for Keyleth, the druid, from the Critical Role show on Twitch.

 

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Friday night we went to a house party and I got to meet some of Sharon’s super awesome friends and hopefully made some friends there too, including Michaela from Cardiffornia Girl.  Saturday night we went to Club Indulge , a fat positive club night, with some of the folks from the house party again in fancy dress. While I was totally up for it I was a little cautious about the club night. I was worried it was going be a little fetish-y but I had nothing to worry about. It was a total blast. Everyone was super friendly and there was a really easy going vibe to the night. The DJ couldn’t phase songs together to save his life but it didn’t hamper the night and if nothing else we got a pretty eclectic mix of music throughout the night.

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It was interesting to me, as someone who isn’t bothered about going out on the town, how much more comfortable I felt at this kind of club night. I didn’t think I’d feel different at all, but I did. I haven’t been out much since I quit roller derby so I don’t have much to compare it to, but I think there was a notable difference and I’m really glad that people are able to create these safe spaces for fat folks to be able to have fun and socialise.

I was pretty tired from such an intense weekend of partying, staying up late, and kipping on Sharon’s floor. I crawled into my hoodie on the train home but grateful to have had such a great time and the opportunity to hang out with some many rad folks.

As sad as I was so leave everyone I got to come home to my favourite pumpkin:

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Hope your Halloween was extra spoopy!

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So this happened..

I’ve been really lax with blogging lately and this is why. 
Everyone, meet Vinnie.
He’s 4 months old and so as you can imagine he’s kept us busy. 
It’s our first week and we’re still finding our routine and getting used to being out in the garden every 45 minutes instead of slobbing out in front of our respective computer screens, but it’s going better than we anticipated. 
So far he seems to have a really lovely temperment. He’s good with strangers, and especially children. do anything too bad. He’s not really chewed anything and he’s barely barked.  He’s just not keen on walking much right now. I know them feels, bud. 
I’m still kinda pinching myself. I’ve wanted a dog for years but I’ve always held of because I felt I was too selfish with my time but the circumstances were right and so here we are. I do find myself forgetting how much my time is affected by a new puppy who you can’t leave. I can’t just go strolling into the shops when I feel like it, we’ve already had to cancel plans, and now I have to think about the sort of shifts I pick up at work. Sometimes, when I’ve been standing in the garden at 6.30am in the rain, I wondered what the hell I had done. But when we come back in and he can’t wait to sit in my lap and snooze it’s really, really hard to be sad. 

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Sloth.

Not that I am the most prolific of bloggers but recently I have had no motivation or inspiration for anything. I’m still off sick from work and the financial implications of this are such that I am very limited on the things I can do. Going out the door usually means spending money in some capacity. Even if I’m not going into a shop if I want to go anywhere nice for a walk I’d have to drive to the destination first, which means petrol. Petrol costs money. Money I do not have.
It’s also quite isolating as I haven’t seen many people either.
So for the las couple of weeks I’ve thrown myself into my new Xbox game. I’ve spent considerable hours lost in another word with no motivation to rejoin my own.
But with that comes a huge sense of guilt. Mostly down to my inactivity. While I do feel the negative effects of it; fatigue and little appetite, there’s also a sense of shame insofar as I feel that as a fat person I am obligated to prove I am a “good fatty”. By this I mean, despite being fat, I don’t live the sedentary lifestyle that is wrongly presumed of fat people.

I see in many online disputes that someone makes hateful comments towards fat people there is a wild assumption that they are lazy and wilfully inactive, and in turn this means they are a bad person.
There are many things wrong with this arguement, and in my mind I know this, but I guess it shows how easily, and deeply, we as fat people internalise a lot of self loathing based on nothing but other people’s arbitary standards of humanity. 

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Ho, ho, HOLD UP.

I wanted to write a really helpful post about how to deal with the anxiety that social eating can cause as a fat person, over the holiday period. I really did. But I’ve come to accept that my only advice is getting that shit shut down.

I had my works Christmas meal a couple of days ago and I noticed when the dessert arrived it was like the fox in the hen coop. Suddenly there was a bustle at the table of people clammering to share their desserts, they simply couldn’t eat it all, and Oh! I don’t think I want it now. Hmm maybe. No!

To the point where I simply banged my hands on the table and told them all to eat their fucking puddings, or don’t, and to stop making a big bloody deal. I’m here for the sole purpose of eating with these people. I don’t need to hear this crap.

I know that, certainly as an adult, I’ve been very lucky in that I haven’t had anyone policing the food I eat at these gatherings. I’m sure there was the questioning brow and derisive comment as a young child, but if there was I’ve simply forgotten. But I know I am lucky in that respect and that this is a very real issue for many fellow fats this Christmas.

I guess the purpose of this post was for me to reach out, and to say that you don’t deserve to have your choices questioned, your body made public property for all to comment on. I fully appreciate that it is difficult for a lot of people to challenge this, for a lot of reasons. But as long as you realise that you are beautiful, you are worthwhile, and that these people and their negativity can go sit on chair of up-turned plugs, you’ll be ok.

I’ve always used humour as a tool to deal with my fat-shamers. Outsmart them. Embaress them. See how they like it. Chances are they’ll feel like a big pile of..Christmas logs..when being shown up in front of a table full of people and they’ll be less likely to do it again.

If you have one particular member of the family who is a repeat offender you could always appeal to their human side and speak to them before the occasion. Let them know how you feel. Speak to them afterwards and have some positive discourse. It doesn’t always have to be bad!

If you have a flare for the dramatics, as I certainly do, you can always just dump your dinner on their plate and leave with the gateaux.

But ok, joking aside, and I know this is a garbled mess of a post, but I need to say it again

YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS CRAP SO DON’T TAKE IT. IT DOESN’T MATTER IF IT’S FAMILY IN FACT THEY SHOULD BE THE ONES CARING ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS AND SUPPORTING YOU.

Whatever you decide to do, I hope that you have a great time and enjoy yourself. 

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So I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus..

When I started fatshion blogging it was on the heels of an eye opening day at my first Plus North in 2013. I was flattered to have so many people encourage me to start because they really dug my look. It worked hand in hand with my ever developing interest in fat politics and fat visibility. I was intrigued to explore the concept of being a visible fat person and focusing on the clothes I wore, the way I looked.

 

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Through that I have met a lot of great people whom I would not have otherwise met. But I know that I haven’t jumped in with both feet. I know that I’m sitting against the wall at the dance here. I found keeping up with trends, hell being into the trends to begin with, difficult. Often I didn’t have the time to take the picture. Even more I found that with my job as a carer I was not wearing anything worth talking about and when I wasn’t at work I was in my comfy, slobbing out clothes.
Then I injured my back and have since been on long term sick. For many weeks I wasn’t even able to get out of bed, let alone get dressed. When I was up and about all I wanted was the bare minimum that was acceptable for when I hobbled outside on my crutch. Blogging ideas dissipated through my painkiller haze.
What started out as a potential for adventure very quickly became a chore. I felt I was missing the mark. It seemed to snowball very quickly considering that I have blogged for little.
Then I saw a post by my friend Elena where she touched upon something briefly here that I too had been thinking about. Fashion blogging is about YOU. What you like, what makes you tick, what you enjoy and mostly what you look like. Why should I try to be something that I’m not?

No wonder this was all such hard work for me. It wasn’t in any way authentic to me.
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