Take yourself and completely rise to the next level. Be kinder. Take on new challenges. Read new books. Gain more knowledge. Make a positive difference in someone’s life. It’s astounding, really, how many opportunities are open for improvement in one’s lifetime. Choose which ones you want to act on, and completely welcome them with open arms.
He can’t fix you, honey.
He may stall your mind for a while, while his lips are on yours.
But you have to fix yourself, that’s your choice.
People can’t fix other people, it’s up to you whether or not you want to be healed.
You are your own demons, and you have to get up on your own each morning.
Yes, he may have been there for you while you were going through it,
But he didn’t do it for you.
You have to learn how to be on your own because one day he may be gone too, and you’ll be broken again.
You are all you have, really.
So learn to fix yourself.
Because no one else can do it for you.
—  A lesson I learned.

Hey, how’s it going over there.  I’m Chelsea, and I’m so very pissed off right now. Why? Because I just saw an anon who’d been fat-shamed out of cosplaying…by their friend.  Yeah, you heard me.  And that PISSES. ME. OFF.

Why, you may ask?  Allow me to explain:  I’m 5′8″ and 177 lbs currently.  In American terms: REALLY overweight.

Here I am for base reference, wearing a bikini because fuck you, that’s why.

I’m not skinny.  I’ve got thunder thighs, and a belly, and arm flab, and holy hell, do I have a butt.  Guess what?  I cosplay anyway!!  Four years and counting.  I’ve also spoken on panels about cosplay for beginners, body positivity in the cosplay community, and more.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

Still not skinny.  And I’m sexy as fuck to boot.  In face, in the last two, I’m wearing a damn corset.

See this one?

The older woman I’m standing with?  She’s the woman who designed the ORIGINAL costume for the show, and she came up to me to ask for pictures.  She gave no fucks about my size.

Here, have some more:

In case any of you missed the point of this photo dump, it’s this:  Size does not, ever, determine what you can or cannot cosplay.  Not ability level, not disabilities, not race, not gender, not size.  If someone says you can’t cosplay something or other because you’re not the perfect representation, you know what you do?  You wear the costume with pride anyway, because it took motherfucking work, and you strut past those losers with your middle fingers fully erect.  Chances are, they will be in civies, rather than costume, which makes them all the more pathetic in my opinion.  They can’t do it themselves, so they tear down anyone who does.


And if it’s a friend who says those things to you?  Then they are not your friends, and you need to get away from them.  Friends are supportive and encouraging, and will love you regardless of what you look like.  People who don’t, or who tell you that you can’t because you look a certain way?  Are not.

You can do this.  You are beautiful, no matter what you look like, what you weigh, or anything else.  You can do this, and you should.   It’s people like you, who have such courage and such fierce pride, that make the cosplay community so rich.  

Please don’t ever forget that.

You might not know exactly what you’re headed towards quite yet. And you know what? That’s entirely alright. There are so many different things that life has to offer. It’s trial and error at its finest. It takes time; both to gain the experience, and determine whether or not it was meaningful to you. So give yourself the time. Don’t worry friend, you’ll find what you’re headed towards.
Sagittarius like myself most definitely understand...
  • Me: What if I traveled to a different dimension and met another version of myself?
  • Me: That would be so cool. I'd f*** myself. I would totally wife myself.
  • Me: Wait. Does that make me bisexual? Whatever. I don't care. I'd still f*** myself.
  • Me: Hummm... I'm gonna write a book about this.
  • Me: ...

I feel the clay of me feels the earth of her feels the tired of her feels the wanting her to wanting her to. She must not be predicted expected what I have already already already.

Her body in the centre of a mass of clay forms and forms. She is a mass of movements a lurching launch of the matter of her. Matters and sputters and matters.

Grave and sparse the thin rays stand comically tall guarding her difficult freedom. Shoulders I know how to hold hands relevant and full signalling. Harmonized hips, eyes in accord, a consensus of thighs a concurrence of spine. I will signal to her and she signals she gestures she motions she builds tentative but not timid shaky but not unsteady.

Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you don’t feel like you’re “ready” yet. It’s time. You’re ready now.

Stop dating guys who ask about your body count

Stop dating guys who refer to women as “females”

Stop dating guys who fat shame

Stop dating guys who don’t eat pussy

Stop dating guys who don’t listen when you speak

Stop dating guys who expect boyfriend favors with no commitment

Stop dating guys who don’t check on you

Stop dating guys who don’t text back

Stop dating guys who use homophobic slurs

Stop dating guys who shit on dark skinned women

Stop dating guys who flirt with other women

Stop dating guys who don’t respect you