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Is it time to ditch the ‘plus’ in Plus Size?

Hello my beauties.

As i sit an write this , i cant help but stare and the copious amount of clothing I’ve been buying recently. With the recent developments in sizing, styles and stores, the Plus size market has become more profound than ever- right now, I am in total awe at how amazing the ‘plus’ size clothing is in the UK has become. For years the ‘Plus’ size clothing stores have been ill flattering, and lack all sense of fashion. With brands such as ASOS, River Island and even New Look have finally allowed the curvy amongst us to find affordable, fashionable clothing the ‘Plus’ size clothing market has never been as advanced.

Now, pals, i am by no means saying that there isn’t any room for improvement in the Plus Size industry. Seriously i can list the issues my 16-18 chunky bod has when fighting the losing battle trying to find something ‘nice’ in store. Yet, the growth the industry has had shows a complete shift in a much better direction. Empire lines, flowing material and more accesability show a much better understanding of a curvier woman’s need. I just can’t help but ask, with the growth in the industry i am left wondering isn’t it time to ditch the ‘Plus Size’ term altogether?

Image taken by Rebecca Walker

Image taken by Rebecca Walker

Outfit details.

Jumper: TU at Sainsbury’s.

Skirt: Primark.

Belt: Primark

Shoes: Raid via ASOS

Same clothing, same price.

Many stores now offer a plus size range, an has since started making the same pieces through out all their clothing. By this i mean much of the clothing in the plus size ranges is exactly the same (just sized higher) than much of the regular sized clothing. So, why am i walking up a flight of stairs to find a piece of clothing that i have seen 4 times down stairs?

As a rule, i don’t understand much within this segment of the clothing industry. Why should my reasonably sized boobs and Kardashian’s rival bottom mean I don’t fit into the Norm of clothing? Surely it would be better to make customers feel equal no matter the size of their behind ? Many stores argue that the fabric, patterns and even marketing equate to higher prices and being segregated from the rest of the other clothing items. Yet, with the fashion industry being one of the leading industries i highly doubt merging all areas of the clothing within a store will hardly knock the overall growth of the industry.

We’re not all made the same.

Understanding body shapes must rival the Pythagoras theorem. Every woman, is shaped differently regardless of your weight, Height and even style. As a woman who is constantly battling her weight, why should my clothing make me feel any less than ‘comfortable’?

Now, i understand that with a copious amount of body shapes, stores are fighting a losing battle. Some items will never look great on a pear shape whilst others items are just too short for a six foot frame.Yet, isn’t it better for people to have a level of trust in their favourite clothing brand rather than share the feeling of ‘ i can’t believe i have to go their again’. Taking plus size out of the equation for one moment, isn’t it worth creating a space where everyone has value?

Image taken by Rebecca Walker

Image taken by Rebecca Walker

A Trigger?

Now, i am fully aware that some suffering with eating disorders may find this triggering. Walking to a separate area, in which you can shop with in comfort is important. However, many of the plus sized clothing collections are placed in obvious spaces. Women have to walk through area which see stick thin Mannequins, small items of clothing all of which only amplify insecurites. If stores don’t want this collection to be triggering isn’t it time to group all collections together and let all shoppers be equal. And if not, move the curve items to a much more discreet area of the store.

The future?

The future of the clothing industry will hopefully hold so much more growth within the ‘Plus’ sized category and for me, that is dropping the notion of plus sized all together. On a daily basis we are told that our size shouldn’t define who we are, so why are we allowing clothing stores to tell us any different? Walking through a store filled with smaller sized items, means that many like myself are forced to see what we could be. In a world of fad diets, motivational quotes and fakery, i am ready to stand up and say my size does not define who i am. Nor should it define how i feel in stores i spend my hard earn money in.

I can’t be the only person in the world which hates the term ‘Plus Size’. The size of my hips shouldn’t restrict the clothing i have access too. With the constant demand for affordable, fashionable clothing, when will the High Street learn that all customers are just as important as one and other. The size and shape of your body has no correlation to you or your sense of style. Kardashian bums, mum tums and massive lady lumps shouldn’t be a restriction, it should be something we have and can parade in a gorgeous leopard print shirt.

So tell me, what do you think? Is it time all customers were treated equally, or do you have an entirely different opinion. Please let me know in the comments below.

Em x

Disclaimer : I paid for these clothes with my own money and have never worked with either

A reintroduction to Em Rambles.

Hello you lovely bunch.

After a delve into the Rambles archive I realised that I haven’t really introduced myself or my venture into blogging. I haven’t always been Em Rambles but I have always held the same values. Initially (when Look was my bible) I was heavily focused on fashion. However right you’d be hard up to find any clothing items within my think pieces. 2018 has been a year in which my content has changed but I’ve always been the same slightly odd, emotional Em.

Education.

Let’s get the boring stuff out of the way.

I have always had a huge love of fashion, I love the confidence a garment gives a woman. Adding a beloved blazer, a killer pair of heels or even a cheeky bit of lingerie, really allows a women, to feel confident in her own skin. So once I got my GCSE’s out of the way I went straight to college to study fashion. And honestly, I was just awful. My heart was in the right place but I just didn’t have the passion for pattern cutting others in my class did. Adding to the fact I have no spacial awareness and could be classed as a hazard to society. Over time I realised it was best to back away from the scissors after completing my course.

After struggling my way through college I some how managed to get the grades I needed to go to uni. In 2014, graduated with a 2:1 from the University of Northampton. AGAIN, I found that I was probably not cut out for the demanding environment of Fashion Marketing. So after working as a temp for a few years I now work in admin, and honestly I’m pretty happy about it.

Blogging.

I will never take my time at university for granted purely because my course leader pushed me (and other in my course) to blog. Blogging has given me so much confidence and even allowed me to have something that I was able to throw myself into when my personal life was nose diving.

I now own my site and have written some blogs posts I am really proud off. Without sounding too cheesey I have no idea where my blog will take me- or even if it will take me any where at all, but it makes me feel more myself than anything else in my life. And I will forever be great full to Sally for introducing me to the blogosphere.

Nerding it out.

I LOVE all things slightly nerdy: marvel, sic-fi dramas and of course a slight bit of magic (watch this space). From comics to film franchises and to wands i love anything that is remotely classed as ‘nerdy’. I may not be academic but i can argue who was the best hobbit like a good one.

The future

In the next few months I have some amazing opportunities I can’t wait to share with you. My next major change to my blog is a move from lifestyle content to mental health. I believe that some time every one needs a helping hand, and if I the blogs I create can help anyone- then for me it’s worthwhile.

2018 has been a year that brought massive changes. As I sit and write this post I can’t wait to diversify my content and focus my blog.

Here’s to an amazing blogmas and an exciting 2019!

What blogging means to me.

Blogging, right now, is completely the love of my life. I love spilling out my ideas into words, even if noone reads them. My little blog, is just that. Mine.

Over the past year I have grown a little in confidence. Blogging has completely attributed to that. After finally being able to home in on the content that I want to create, I finally was able to start accepting my flaws and laugh the embarrassment of yet another fuck up away.

Truth be told I probably have an unhealthy attachment to the blogosphere. From dispising trolls and championing bloggers when they succeed. Blogging brought me out of my shell and allowed me to figure out ,somewhat ,who I wanted to be.

I will be forever grateful for that.

Having a voice.

For years I never felt my opinion mattered; I didn’t think I did. Being able to express that on my blog, to find others felt the same shocked me to my core.

The more I wrote, the more I found my opinion mattered. For months I didn’t understand that people were actively responding to the words I was using. I found a voice, that people didn’t seem to hate. And in time I started to listen to my own views more and more.

Bad dates, lack of confidence, my hatred of the way I look- I have pretty much shared my insecurities with every reader. The more I wrote the more I accepted the things that had happened to me, the shit I’ve done and laugh at the down right questionable experiences.

I found that I may just be somewhat relatable to others. And sharing my weird experiences, views and innuendos, might just make others feel less of a fuck up.

Relatable vs Luxury ?

With so many bloggers in the bloggersphere, everyone has blogs which relate to them. For me, personally, blogging is relatable. Even inspiring luxury blogs still home some sort of relatable aspects for most. Take Lydia Elise Millen, for example. Sure, she buys handbags I can only dream off, travels to places I may never see in my life time, but she is relatable. Her openness about mental health, feeling inadequate in not only her life but in the blogosphere and of course, her love of Zoflora.

No matter the genre, blogging is relatable to almost every person alive.

There’s so many bloggers.

According to Aquora.com, that in 2013 there was 152 million bloggers in the world. A figure which has grown rapidly since.

I have to admit even I was shocked at that figure- although not surprised. Of course there are a heck of a lot of bloggers out there, but that isn’t a bad thing. There is so much choice out there for readers. Genuine content, amazingly beautiful images and likeable bloggers thrive in the blogosphere.

The amount of bloggers for me personally, shown the amount of people that needed some where to find their voice. To share their loves, excitement and hopes for the future. As cheesey at the cheese counter at Sainsbury’s, blogging has allowed so many creators to find a voice, confidence and friends- it makes my heart burst with pride.

And me?

I love being relatable. Blogging for me has been something that I can be 100% honest with. The embarrassment of walking into doors, honesty about my life and even really dodgy fake tans- I hope my take makes others feel better about their misgivings.

Blogging is relatable to the reader- it’s that simple. A blog post may not be relevant to you at that time, but in six months, a year or even 5, it just may be.

Right now, I talk a lot about my point of view in life. And honestly that isn’t going to change. For me, product reviews can be saved for bloggers such as Debra Bow, travel for I’m just a girl and luxury Lydia Millen.

Being laugh out loud, relatable is me. And my blog should represent that. In such a (hate the word vomit I’m going to spill) saturated industry, you are you’re own selling point and if others don’t like it, then there’s plenty of other people that will.

Blogging is amazing. It’s that simple. I don’t intend in dropping it from my life or changing the content I create.

I am so happy I found blogging. It allows me to share my dorky stories, embrace the chaos and champion the new chapters in my life. Thank you for the people who continue to support me

Always love,

Em x

Accepting Flaws and Moving on…

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Over the past few months I have stripped back my life, friendships and even goals have been totally turned around. Doing this I have found myself not only feeling better about myself but I have finally found my feet. As cliché as it sounds, I finally know that I am where I am, because I have earned the right to be here.

Even though I know where I am and the direction I want to go in, I feel cant help but feel like I could so easily revert. Finding yourself at a crossroads in your life is confusing, you could so easily make the wrong decision and find yourself back at square one. Feeling like a failure comes far to easy for myself, but I’d rather fail than never know.

Accepting that sometimes you’re your own worst enemy.

I’ve spoken in the past about pressure and the negative effect it has on our lives. Yet, knowing this and accepting this strange concept is two exceptionally different things. Knowing you constantly berate yourself over the tiniest insignificant details of your life is something, if we are all honest with ourselves, we are aware of but won’t change. In a world where ‘change’ is needed, why on earth is it so hard to except the things we know need to change to benefit our lives?

Its simple, we are pretending.

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We’re pretending that even if we accepted everything we needed to move on our lives would be exactly the same. BUT, they wouldn’t. The thought of change is scary- its scares me to my very core to be honest. Change isn’t derogatory, its necessary. Do you really want to be the same person as that teenager that thought concealer lips and dream matte mouse was a ‘banging combination’. No, of course you don’t.

Being you’re own worst enemy is soul destroying, it changes your mind set, your world and your ability to live the life you only dream off. And that’s starts with you, accepting that being uneccaserily hard on yourself will not win wars, it won’t make your day dreams come true- it will prevent them.

You are worth so much more than that bewildered feeling, you carry with you. Stop it, leave it move on.

Realising you’re worth much more than you were settling for.

Believe it or not this point is not about relationships. Its about settling in your life. Shitty jobs, poor self esteem, down right awful health- we don’t need to accept this. You are settling. We often dream of having a better life, but never seem to put ourselves forward and actually start the process of bettering it.

Settling, is damaging. Once you start to settle for something, your self esteem goes so far down the toilet its swimming in the Pacific. You are so much more than what you are accepting, if we only get one chance why the hell are we rolling over and settling in life.

Learning to laugh at yourself.

We all f*ck up. There is no rhyme or reason. We all have clumsy tendencies, I know I for one am fully aware that if there is a glass door in my presence, I will not only walk into it but leave my foundation print on it so I can never be forgotten.

Laughing(even fake laughter) creates endorphins which will intern make you happier. Faking a laugh at a cliché colleague or even letting a slight giggle out over a drunken text to an ex, will help you. And if we are being honest, if you take the shame away, drunk texting actually pretty funny- in the morning when sober, at least.

Life shouldn’t be taken too seriously, even the most resting of bitch faces could do with cracking sometimes. Laughing is good for the soul, taking yourself too seriously creates unnecessary pressure. And seriously, who needs more of that?

Moving on.

Moving on in life is difficult. A task that is simply more daunting than we could ever imagine, its essentially like were breaking up with the negative effects in our lives. Is it time to block your insecurities,  to throw out all the negative impacts off your life or even just to tell the world to fuck off when you’re hammered. Its all perfectly fine.IMG_4365 (1)

When you pick up broken the pieces in life, they never seem to fit together. Because they don’t. You are not the same – you’ve learnt and are starting to live differently. And huns, sometimes you do revert but the funny thing is, you can stop and start again. No one worth their salt will judge you and if they do, quite frankly, they are nothing.

Its so easy to focus on the shit end of the scale when it comes to life, but when was the last time you actively sort to change something? Yes, change is most definitely a scary prospect, and you will constantly wonder if you should have started in the first place.

Simply, YES. You never know unless you step away from the things that are holding you back. Whether that be relationships, work, insecurities or even social media. Whatever it is, it is more than okay to step away for a little while. Even a few days away to collect your thoughts will create time to change your view on things. Never, let the pressure make you feel worthless, because you are not. You’re a boss.

 

ALWAYS, love.

Em x

 

Overthinking, What if’s & Exes Past.

IMG_4300Right now, I am f*cking exhausted. My eyes hurt from lack of sleep, my brain wants to shrivel up and migrate to another country and honestly, I think I left my sanity in costa. And what is making me so my brain wants to take a vacation from my body you  ask? Me. I am.

Overthinking will be the death of me. Scrutinizing every moment, every embarrassment or god knows what else isn’t fun- in fact I would go as far as to say that its torture. Amongst the mistakes floating around my head last night was the ‘What ifs?’ ‘the ghosts of boyfriends pasts’ and the strange but not so socially acceptable thought that kinder happy hippos are far superior to Buenos, albeit a quarter of the size and meant for kids.

What ifs?

The grand old question that we will a, never get the answer too and b, aren’t quite sure we wanted an answer if we could. What if, we stopped what iffing ourselves? Isn’t that a slightly complex question for a Thursday morning.

At times we are very much our own worst enemy, we know flaws, secrets and the guilt we carry around about our past selves. It’s an endless battle between the person you are and the little voices that will *probably* never go away- and probably amplify after a few too many gins and chocolate. Nonetheless, does the fact that you were once a spoilt little mare, really an issue? Is it worth the endless hours of torture because- you said a flippant comment without thinking really worth not sleeping ? It’s not.

What if’s are our own way of making ourselves feel worthless. It’s an excuse we use to keep holding ourselves back from taking a leap in our lives. Starting a new job, jumping into a relationship, dancing around a mountain- why are we holding ourselves back with past miniscule let downs.

The ghosts of exes past.

Full disclosure, I very nearly slide down the tear stained slope that would be getting back with my ex over Christmas. I missed him. I did eventually come to my senses but it is a situation my brain comes back to time and time again. ‘What if he’s the one but at the wrong time’,’ What is I end up alone?’. As crazy as it sounds, we all had our lives planned out when we were children. Our childhood selves believed we could conquer the world – and yes, it’s true we can. Over time plans change but many (just like me) clung to the idea of finding someone and creating a life with them. I’m 25 and have no prospects of finding my person, or settling down in fact and whilst I know in my heart of hearts it’s something I am most definitely not ready for its something I crave. I crave a life where I have a confidant always, and it not be a box set on Netflix(currently Grace and Frankie btw).

Anyway, moving back from that little tangent. Exes are similar to what if’s in the sense that sometimes we can’t let them go. Yet, in the same sense they are completely polar opposite. We move on, we find a new love and we begin a whole other life- exes can be left in the past, but the ‘what if’s we carry around with us aren’t so easy’.

Breaking up with someone can be a long drawn out process and its difficult when families, friends and bat shit crazy reasoning’s come in to play, but we all deserve to be happy. We all deserve more than what we settle for. Going back to an ex, or even the thought of it is settling. In a world when we are constantly told we need to ‘find ourselves’ why the bloody hell do we keep Finding our ex?

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If I am honest.

If I am honest, this post is a massive brain fart on paper. After not being able to switch off and pressing the ‘ please help get me through the day button’, I just wanted to write down something I think will help all over thinkers.

‘What if’s don’t matter, thank your mistakes and move on’.

I am full aware that quoting yourself can be deemed as sad and I am pretty sure I agree but please bear with me. Think back on your mistake that keep you awake to the early hours(and your exes if you like) and ask yourself ‘if you were to do it again would you?’ Have you done it again?

If the answer to those questions is no, then lessons have been learnt and your morals have been defined. Yes, also doesn’t mean you are wrong, it means you have a reason for going back and that reason should never be knocked. And if you don’t know, it simply means you don’t know you’re own strength, cause (and I can’t stress this enough) you are bloody epic.

I never meant for this post to be as long or as ranty- in truth I don’t even know if I should put this up. What I meant by this post is those thoughts we have floating around our heads a 4 in the morning are just thoughts. Do you really think someone will hate you for taking the last can of beans or after a hard day you rolled your eyes into 1996 because someone was being an idiot ;just for the bants’. If they do, it says so much more about you than it does them.

Happy hippos.

If you disagree that HH are superior to Buenos, I ask you to do this before a sarcastic comments appear. Have a HH with a cup of tea before bed. Happiness right there.

Blogtober Day 27 :Friday Favourites

Hey you gorgeous bunch!

(excuse, the pun!)

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I know it hasn’t been long since I did a favourites post, but I thought I would share three things I am living for right now.

Lush Rose Jam.

Okay, Rose Jam is my BABE. Shower Gel, body spray, bath bomb- it doesn’t matter I want it all! The smell makes me feel so relaxed and empowered. Recently, I’ve been bulk buying bath bombs to get me through the next few weeks at work and at least 70% of them are Rose Jam. I know how to live!

L’Oreal Paradise Eyebrow Pomade.

For eye brow novices, who just wants their brows to be a little more defined, this will be your brow best friend. The pomade itself is quite light and it doesn’t transfer to the brush in clumps but I do imagine it could be quite drying if a lot of product is used. However, with a very light hand and novice technique I think it looks alright.

I love this pot of eyebrow magic.

My vans.

Okay, confession time, my vans are actually my dads. I’ve stolen them until my stunning old school black and white ones come! They are so comfortable, I don’t want to take them off! So, thanks pops for letting me steal your shoes(we’re the same size by the way!).

So there you have it, my three must haves right now. What are the three things you’ve been reaching for recently? Let me know in the comments!

Blogtober Day 26: 30 Honest thoughts we ALL have when we work in an office.

 

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We all know being stuck in an office for 40 hours a week isn’t thrilling. In fact, some days you would rather stick rusty nails into your finger tips, than trying to create another macro on excel. Working in a office, is something many of us have to undertake just be able to afford to live (and when I say live, I mean wine).  Here are 30 honest thoughts, which I can guarantee I have all day, every day, Monday to Friday.

  • Why didn’t I have an early night? My eyes seem to be permanently closing.
  • Give me all the caffeine
  • Shit, my lipsticks all over my mug!
  • Is it acceptable to eat my lunch at 10.30?
  • Yes, more coffee.
  • Should really get some work done.
  • Can you please stop talking to me,  I don’t care about your athletes foot.
  • 10.45? Seriously, why can’t it be lunch time.
  • Lets have a look on Instagram *instantly hates self*.
  • What on earth have I saved that spread sheet as?
  • I’m sure I can answer 57 emails, in 20 minutes, right?
  • Is 4 coffee’s before 12 acceptable?
  • Sod it. I’m having one any way.
  • 11.30, just an hour until lunch. I can do this.
  • Stomach will you stop growling, you’re not a hyena.
  • Shhhhh. Stomach.
  • 12.15, has time stopped.
  • 12.16, that’s it my stomach is going to start eating itself.
  • 12.25, how? Has the clock stopped? Is it broken.
  • 12.27, can I go early?
  • 12.30, LETS DO THIS.
  • 13.01 Oh man!
  • I can’t wait to go home.
  • Can people just stop talking. Why are there voices so loud.
  • Hello, office politics. I see you.
  • 4.30, the slowest part of the day has begun.
  • Urgh, let me go home.
  • HOME TIME.
  • FUCK! Traffic.

Now, if this isn’t truthful I don’t know what is! Let me know what you think in the comments below!

P.S. Please don’t make me feel like an utter twat! And leave a comment, you babe, ❤