I Wore a Bikini and Nothing Happened ~ Jenny Trout

I stumbled across this article by Jenny Trout of Trout Nation, and had to share it with everyone.  She writes from my heart, and I don’t even know her, enjoy……

“This year, I made a New Year’s resolution that confused some people. By confuse, I mean conversations about it usually went like this:

Me: “Next summer, I’m going to wear a bikini.”

Them: “What a great goal! What are you doing? Weight Watchers? Jenny Craig? Are you going vegan? Paleo? Are you having the surgery?”

Me: “I said I was going to wear a bikini. I didn’t say I was going to lose weight.”

Them: Face melts off like they’re staring into the Arc of The Covenant.

I didn’t understand why this was so hard to grasp. By now, everyone on the Internet has heard the saying, “How to get a bikini body: Put a bikini on your body.” The “fatkini” was news last summer, and in such demand that finding one, even through the powers of the Internet, was difficult. This year, I was prepared; I ordered mine in March.

No one I had the above conversation with had the audacity to tell me directly that I shouldn’t wear a bikini because my fatness would offend their eyes. Not one person would admit that they didn’t want me to wear a bikini because of their aesthetic preference — a preference that is shaped by our cultural perceptions of what is and isn’t beautiful. But that wasn’t the reason these people didn’t want me to wear a bikini. Of course, it could never be as shallow as that.

The most common concern was my health. Presumably I, as a fat woman, would not know how to properly operate the complicated piece of equipment known as a bikini. What if I strangled in all the straps and ties? What if I became distracted by the complexity of spandex, a substance heretofore unknown to me, and wandered blindly into traffic? What if I ate it? I’m not sure what all these well-meaning people thought was going to happen to me. Blood pressure, heart problems, joint problems and cholesterol were all brought up, but I didn’t see any kind of warning label anywhere on the suit that suggested the Surgeon General had investigated these claims. I remain skeptical as to the health problems bikinis cause.

The secondary concern seemed to be that I would be “glorifying obesity.” I was going to look so good in my bikini, I would make others question their perceptions of beauty and body size? It seems like that’s more of an inducement to wear the bikini than not to wear it. And it’s a lovely compliment; I never knew I was so gorgeous as to make people rethink their lifestyles. Move over, Helen of Troy; Jenny Trout is going to wage a war on good health and fit bodies!

A third type of person only worried about my comfort: “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in a one piece?” Or perhaps I would be more comfortable if I didn’t go to the beach at all. If I venture into the water in a bikini, the sight of my melanin-deficient Michigan belly might attract beluga whales. Sure, I could secretly live among them and learn their ancient ways, but I couldn’t keep that kind of ruse up forever. One day, they would learn of my betrayal, sparking tense conflict between humans and those gentle giants of the sea.

I am ashamed to say that despite all the dire prophecies, I ignored the advice and warnings leveled at my bikini resolution and, in late June, on a cold beach in Copper Harbor, Michigan, I wore my bikini.


Nothing happened. The families spending the day at Hunter’s Point did not flee in terror for fear of catching whatever horrible health problems bikinis cause. No one immediately stuffed fistfuls of lard into their mouths to emulate my “glorious” body. And as far as I know, there aren’t any whales in Lake Superior, so their ways remain a mystery to me.

I’m not stupid; I know why people didn’t want to see me in a bikini. But apparently, I seem stupid to the people who tried to discourage me. I wasn’t supposed to see through their excuses, or realize that the connections they were making were flawed. Our cultural discussion of fat bodies and how we clothe them has nothing to do with health concerns, the obesity epidemic or the comfort of fat people. It has everything to do with what we expect from women, what we’ve been told by the fashion industry and the value we place on “perfect” bodies.

The reason these people do not want to see a fat body in a bikini is because traditionally, that garment is something a woman earns by proving herself attractive enough to exist. If fat women begin wearing them without shame or fear, what’s next? Will they have self-esteem? Will they demand respect? Then what will keep them in their proper place? How would conventionally attractive people judge them?

As a society, we need to be more honest in our discussions of other’s bodies. If we can’t avoid those totally unnecessary conversations, then we should at least admit the truth to ourselves: That this has nothing to do with health, and everything to do with the control we believe is our right to exert over others.”


Happily Successful

Happily Successful.

12 Habits of Healthy, Happy People Who Don’t Give A Sh*t About Your Inner Peace

12 Habits of Healthy, Happy People Who Don’t Give A Sh*t About Your Inner Peace.

“So Say We All”

To say I am beside myself would be an understatement; I’m so excited I think I actually peed myself a little (and no it’s not an undiagnosed bladder problem).  After weeks of waiting with bated breath and checking my email account numerous times a day, the thing I’ve been waiting for finally arrived this morning.  I was so excited I went screaming upstairs, calling out to the lords that be, my ever grateful thanks; my Husband on the other hand thought I was announcing the apocalypse or barring that, the house was on fire at the very least.  But what had me so worked up I hear you cry!!  I received an email from the Minions Overlord summoning me to assemble for the next Emerald City ComicCon in Seattle next March. SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!  As if this wasn’t a big enough deal in my world, I also get to spend 3 days in one of my favourite cities AND wear an iconic ECCC minion shirt (Be still my beating heart).


If you’ve managed to stay awake and read this far, one thing will now have become apparent; I am a geek girl and I’m proud of that fact.  I still read comic books; enjoy old sci-fi shows as diverse as Dr. Who and Red Dwarf, fan girl over Michael Sheppard and desperately want to wear the red ensign jersey while having a guided tour around Babylon 5 (after all nothing could possibly happen to me, right?)  But the main reason for my writing this post, apart from sharing my (oh yeah and did I mention Hubby was chosen too) good news about being found worthy, was to talk about the whole geek issue.  Everyone is a geek about something, yes even you.  Being a geek means you have a passion for something in your life outside of that which pays the bills and, unless you are extremely lucky, not many of us have a passion for that part of our lives.

Remember though that to be a self-declared geek has not always been the wisest, or safest, course of action for many people; all of a sudden geeks became cool and it seemed like it happened overnight.  Many of us went to bed in the back of the ‘geek’ closet and woke up on the White House lawn (figuratively speaking that is otherwise I would be in a place that doesn’t have electricity never mind Wi-Fi).  The trademark large black-rimmed spectacles and unmistakable awkward dress standards are suddenly fashionable in mainstream and celebrity circles; it even has its own term ‘geek chic’.  The world has now started embracing the geek (light your Zippos and sway with me people,  Are we about to see ‘Geek-Aid’?) meaning that lovers of cosplay, video games and even comic books can now meet in the open, and not in shady backrooms in the seedy part of town; they can announce their upcoming gatherings (as in the case of ECCC) and know that thousands will attend with no fear of the ‘jocks’ bearing down on them (see what I did there?) and spoiling the fun.  Many of those closet hiding geeks are the ones that are responsible for it becoming popular they, and the rest of us that wear the tag proudly, can be seen in some ways to be rebels against the world (or in my case rebel without a clue); from Steve Jobs to the ethical hackers (white hats) who strive to expose security loopholes in computer systems in the hopes of improving things for all us, from the Whovian to the diehard MMORPG raider, all are considered to be non-conformist.

Being a geek is remaining in touch with your inner child and letting it have free rein, although for mine I can’t let it play with matches.  It means doing what makes you happy, and letting the world know you are having fun doing it.  Why is it, for some, seeing someone else happy and enjoying their life is the quickest way to piss them off?  I have a theory about this, and yes it probably won’t make sense to anyone but me, but I think that they are pissed off because they haven’t discovered their passion, or they have had it ingrained into them that now, as adults, they may no longer partake in the action figure collecting they enjoyed as children.  I also think that many of them are pissed off because it’s not how far you can throw a football anymore that makes you cool, after all looking at the salaries they receive it’s a job not a passion for many, but how long it took you to make your Black Lung Captain costume for Pirates Day or that you may be able to name all the tribbles that appeared in ‘that’ show.  If I had to choose between spending time at a gathering of geeks or an all paid trip to a top-notch resort, I’d definitely take the gathering, after all it would be a lot more interesting and a lot more fun.  Geeks are the ones people gravitate to when they appear somewhere unexpected.  How do I know this?  To ring in New Year 2013, my Hubbs and I went to a fancy dress party as part of a couples retreat ran by our Unit at the Bellevue Hyatt (very upmarket), I dressed as the Queen of Hearts from The Looking Glass Wars and Hubbs bravely donned his Dark Mad Hatter persona.  A normal 10 minute trek to the smoking pole (yes, we’re smokers so sue me) took over an hour.  People were stopping us for pictures and we ended up in the club at the Hotel been wined by the ‘normal’ folks.  Our picture even appeared in a society piece for the event; how awesome is that?

Any more doubts that geeks are the new cool? Not anymore.


Minion OverlordMinions Overlord

“Being a geek is all about being honest about what you enjoy and not being afraid to demonstrate that affection. It means never having to play it cool about how much you like something. It’s basically a license to proudly emote on a somewhat childish level rather than behave like a supposed adult. Being a geek is extremely liberating.”
~ Simon Pegg

30 Days of unprocessed food


Today is the kick off of this challenge.  Head on over to October Unprocessed 2013, and take a peek.

I signed up for the challenge and will be reporting my progress as I go.

To get you started here’s a great bread recipe:

Everyday 100% Whole Wheat Bread
Author: Carrie Vitt
Recipe Type: Bread
If you’ve been intimidated by homemade bread then this is the recipe for you. It’s very simple to put together and you can have fresh bread on the table in just two hours. Makes 2 loaves
  • ⅓ cup coconut oil or organic butter (optional)
  • 2½ cups warm water (not above 120°F)
  • 7 cups whole wheat flour, divided
  • ⅓ cup honey
  • 1½ tablespoons yeast
  • 1 tablespoon sea salt
  1. Melt the coconut oil or butter (if using) over low heat in a small saucepan. In a large bowl stir melted fat, warm water, 3 cups flour, honey and yeast. Cover the bowl with a clean towel and set in a warm, draft-free area for 30 minutes.
  2. Preheat the oven to 350°F and adjust rack to middle position. Uncover the bowl with the flour mixture in it and add remaining 4 cups flour and sea salt. Stir until just combined and then pour mixture onto a floured, flat surface.
  3. Knead the dough for one minute (if the dough is a bit sticky, add a tablespoon or two of flour). Cut the dough in half. Roll first half to a 12×9-inch (approximate) rectangle and then it roll up to form a loaf. Place the loaf seam side down on baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Repeat with second half of dough.
  4. After both pieces of loaves are formed, place a clean dish towel over the loaves and let them rise again in a warm, draft-free area for about 30 minutes or until they double in size.
  5. After dough has risen, remove towel and bake in the oven for 20 minutes, until golden brown. Another way to tell if the bread is ready is to thump the bread with your finger. If it makes a hollow sound, the bread is ready. Cool for 5 minutes before serving.

National POW/MIA Recognition Day

POW-MIA-CollageNational POW/MIA Recognition Day.

If you are interested in finding out more about the Pacific Theatre of War, be sure to check out  the Pacific Paratrooper blog.