happy birthday to the cool and hip dad known as simon le bon

here’s your greatest hits from the milan 2016 gig

On Being Fat

Yeah, you heard me. Fat. I said it - the dreaded 3 letter word that every woma- well, person hates to hear. I’m not talking about someone who wears a size 6 and needs to go up a size because their “muffin top” is showing. I’m talking about anyone over size 16.

I’m 5'4" and wear anywhere from a size 18-22 US, depending on the brand and style. There are only 2 stores that I shop at, Target and Torrid, in person. Even so, Target has a very limited supply of plus size clothes. I love Forever 21, but I can’t shop there in person because they don’t carry my size. I can only shop at Torrid comfortably because they sell size 10+, but they’re on the expensive side.

That’s it.

That’s my range of clothing stores.

I’m frustrated. Aren’t y'all frustrated? I want more options other than purchasing online and praying they fit and then returning the 95% of my clothes that don’t fit properly or having to go to a store, like Torrid or Lane Bryant, and paying the hefty premium for plus size fashion.

I don’t want to be told, “Well, you should lose some weight. Obesity is a disease.” I’ve heard that before. No, thanks. I don’t want to be stared at when I go shopping in a store, such as Forever 21, praying that they have my size and when they don’t, be forced to leave.

I want more options. I want to be able to go shopping with my roommates and be happy and find things that fit me.

The fashion industry is telling me that “Curvy is Beautiful” (I’m not curvy. I’m fat.) and then refusing to cater to my size. You know what that says to me?

 Your body is beautiful, but I don’t want to see it. 

And that is completely unacceptable.

I don’t have a solution. I don’t know what the solution is, but I do know that I will make it known by social media or telling a cashier or sending an e-mail that I want more options, and maybe that’s all I can do for now.

~ Leigh

*I do understand that being fat is a concept to most. I am not attempting to make you feel less about your body if you are my size too. I’m simply trying to be honest with myself. Fat is not a dirty word. It’s just me.

** originally posted here

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)


“The lies most difficult for a person to bear
…are the ones they tell themselves.” [Ch. 79]


its like three sizes bigger than hers, so no worry she has plenty of room in there to stay as far away from the bullshit as possible