My niece will be 9 years old this week. My tiny muffin is growing at record speed. She is the oldest of my niblings. The first perfect little person one of my siblings created. The first mini Kerr to steal my heart. Our wee goddess is not so small anymore. She does however remain utterly incredible. Which is why I give you this Ode to Athena.
Athena is girl who wins gold medals in her very first Jui Jitsu competition. She speaks with that Aussie tone that makes almost everything a question, but always make her point clear. She can mimic a Glasgow accent expertly & she turns it on with perfect comic timing. My muffin has always been precocious. She walked & talked before most; her tongue has rarely been quiet nor her person still since.
Bias aside this child blows me away. Her vocabulary is impressive. Her creative talents prodigious. She excels in every subject, but more importantly, she’s kind. My Athena will brook no cruelty. Be it mean names or rough handling, tiny animal or a giant Daddy, no feelings shall be hurt. She cries foul. This Goddess rules her world with benevolence.
My baby girl now has longer legs than her Mama and as much sass as you’d expect from a kid who’s ancestry includes a Scot and a Zimbabwean. She can always come up with a game we can play via FaceTime and she still ends every call with beep, beep, beep, love you. At almost 9 she has already worked out that Disney love stories are bull & clocked it’s important to watch the news. So much of the baby Athena is gone. She now prefers jeans over party dresses and ipad games over my little ponies. My little one is big and brave and so so smart, but she’s not grown yet. She still wonders if maybe I should have married a dragon and to my utter relief she still has time for long running video calls with her old Auntie.
No matter how incomprehensible her text messages get, Athena will forever be my muffin. I’ll always know where her select freckles lie. I’ll never forget the days she fell asleep in my arms. I will always love her more than my heart can handle. She has been wowing the world since even before her first breath. I’m certain she has many more wondrous feats in store for us. She hardly needs to be told, but,
Baby be a giant,
Let the world be small.
This week’s celebrated woman is someone I have the pleasure of knowing. She is a bopo goddess, a thrifting maven, accomplished public speaker & possibly the bubbliest person I’ve ever met. Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you Hayley Angell.
I met Hayley at a blogger event in Glasgow & was instantly impressed by her vintage look. I was also a little intimated by her polished confidence. I don’t find these events very easy. I have a lot of anxiety around new people & situations. I have even more anxiety about hiding my discomfort. The moment I spoke to Hayley I felt more at ease. Her sincere warmth allowed me to collect myself & have a good time.
I obviously immediately commenced following her on social media and have done so since. Hayley’s accounts are bursting with life affirming energy. Her honesty about her body positive journey; discarding control garments, trying new activities & generally enjoying her body is inspiring. She recently discussed her experiences as a plus size women taking burlesque classes. Despite outward proclamations of inclusivity she still felt it was assumed that fat women would be less assured. She got the sense that fatter folk were quietly ushered into the background. It takes guts to be open about this stuff. Even more to be honest about how often we convince ourselves that we belong at the back of class. Thus, she used her Instagram account to launch #stepforward a reminder to all plus size people that we are worthy of taking up space & being seen.
The Body Positive community has given me so much. I always want to say thank you to those who inspire me. I also want to spread their work because I know it can bring others happiness. Hayley is one of those fabulous women who can help you change how you see yourself. She is an insta must follow.
Bopo aside Hayley is, as I mentioned, a thrifting magician. Her Instagram is worth following for her second hand style alone. If you need tips on trawling the charity shops for fashion gold, Hayley is your woman. If you simply enjoy seeing a person enjoy themselves & clothes, she is still your gal.
I’ve only met Hayley in person once, but I would not be without her online presence in my life. For a shot of genuine self love, go press those follow buttons.
* Photo credit : Hayley Angell
Horny. My stupid sore body has curtailed my sex life somewhat. So, yes I am confined to Jammies, heat packs & elevating swollen feet right now. I can still I’d hark back to the days when my legs were in the air for more enjoyable reasons & the music that calls them to mind.
Madonna’s Music album is blasting in our kitchen. I’m making tea wearing just knickers & a vest when he comes up behind me. His neck kisses are more sexy than sweet; before I know it I am pinned against the wall & he’s pulling a breast from my vest. We are right in front of a large sash window & the folk in the tenement opposite can look right in if they want to. My protestations that someone might see melt away as his mouth drifts from my nipple & heads south. By the time he’s pulling my knickers down I couldn’t care less if the whole street is watching. As Madonna provocatively demands the dj plays a song I’m having my first ever standing up orgasm. His tongue seemed to move to the irrististable beat, I definitely ‘danced with my baby’. Thus, from the electro popish intro to the classic Madge lyrics, Music spells sex to me.
Sometimes you meet someone & you just know something significant is going to happen. That feeling was instant with this man. At first we talked. We liked talking. Those conversations stretched from hours to months. So, when we finally crossed the line into more than words there was a certain amount of anticipation. We needn’t have worried the moment our bodies slammed against each other everything worked. He knew exactly what I wanted without a hint of direction. He dominated me to exactly the right degree. As he flung my legs over his shoulders I had Dave Matthews Band playing in head. I loved that he knew I could handle it rough. Crash Into Me was that night set to music. It was hot & kinky, but also tender. As the bite marks faded in the days after this was the song I had on repeat.
When an ex was left with the keys to lock up his workplace I ceized the opportunity to indulge in some gross misconduct. I turned up wearing not very much & offered to perform a strip tease in his boss’ office. The song I chose to shed my lingerie to was Touch Me. Dj Rui De Silva created one of the very few dance tunes that does it for me. I loved how it felt to dance to its seductive vibe in a heaving club & it translated to one on one. The lyrics were in synch with where I was at; intense, intimate sex was my thing. I liked that this club anthem was about more than just random fucking. The sultry tones & insistent dance track still makes me feel like a siren.
I hadn’t been with a women in a long time when I felt a connection with a chick I had thought would be just a friend. Our feminist politics got us sparking, but her curves & penchant for spikes pushed us into bed. 212 was the song that got us on the dance floor that summer & it was the theme to our fling. The pounding drum that never quit felt like how she made she cum again and again. And again. Azelia’s fierce words mirrored our ferocious feminism. When the music takes on a rolling composition like waves breaking on sand I’m drawn right back to the sensation of breasts meeting soft stomach ripples. The song is forever a metaphor for the joy to be found in female flesh & intellect.
When a fairly new boyfriend stumbled upon some of my sex toys whilst looking for condoms his reaction spoke volumes. Next time he stayed at mine I gave him a treat. To the triply strains of Goldfrapp’s Black Cherry, I cuffed & blindfolded him. Once I’d stripped to nothing but a corset I uncovered his eyes. I processed to straddle him & drive him a little crazy by demonstrating a shiny pink vibrator. The power of having him completely enraptured was so hot. His eventual begging to be freed & allowed to touch me came during the seriously seductive Strict Machine. As a result the 70’s/electro mash up never fails to make fails to make me feel like a sexual goddess.
I’ve always been into pretty lingerie. I think it started as a little girl, my Mum only ever wore beautiful underwear and when it came time for me to start wearing bras, she bought me gorgeous matching sets. I honestly believe I feel better knowing that under my clothes (be they funky or drab) I’m adorned with stunning undies.
Unfortunately delightful bras for big women are not always easy to come by. I am big busted & big in general, which makes locating the kind of bras I want tricky. The fact that I rarely buy bras without matching knickers is an added complication. I have found that most high street shops don’t do my size (40G/H) at all. The few mainstream places that do, for instance M&S, offer only a very small selection & some of those are usually granny bras. Even the more specialised places, such as Bravissimo don’t always accommodate my back size. This seems a fatal flaw to me as let’s face it, a lot of women with larger cup sizes are also substantial elsewhere too. This feedback was not well received by Bravissimo. They were keen to point out that they were not (god forbid) a plus size retailer . The stigma lives on.
Anyway, I thought I’d share some great brands that do cater to the plus size market. They all offer a wider range of styles & sizes. Which crucially are eye catching & alluring.
Goddess offers a great line in bold, comfortable, everyday bras. I don’t subscribe to white cotton daytime bra regime. I like colour & interest, goddess deliver on these points. Of course I also want to be well supported, another big tick. These bras also give me an awesome shape. I always feel confident wearing Goddess bras. I find these come up a little neat & order up a back size. They’re not cheap, but not super expensive either; at the £30 -£45 mark I consider them well worth the money. This is one of my favourites.
Sizes up to 46K
Another favourite of mine for day to day wear is Bestform. They are slightly more conservative, but still have flair.This bra has a houndstooth & polka dot pattern going on. My boobs do not budge in these bras & also sit very high. For a chick whose tits have lost the fight with gravity the allusion of perkiness is wonderful. Bestform are around the £30, which considering they last forever is very good value.
Sizes 32D – 42G
Panache is not a brand I ever thought I would buy as I consider many of their styles to be a bit dated & frumpy. However, I recently discovered their Superbra range & I love them. Great structure & aesthetics. I like this style so much I have bought it in a variety of colours. The great thing about these bras is they are not cut too high & they are sheer. I often despair at the limitations placed on what I can wear with bras due to how full the cup is. Whilst not quite balcony, these allow for low cut vest, dresses etc making them perfect for work or a big night out. The sheer fabric with embroidered design feels very sexy & adds a little oomph to my day or night. Priced £25 – £30.
Sizes from 28DD – 40GG
I’ll finish up with a recent discovery, Pour Moi. This company have some sizzling hot lingerie. They’ve developed a sophisticated take on sexy and I love it. I adore anything that will make me boobs look irresistible & these bras do just that. Beautifully made with interesting details I cannot recommend this brand enough. They also offer the very rare plus size balcony bra. Give yourself (or your partner) a treat and indulge in something from their range. At £16 – £30 they wont break the bank. I promise you won’t regret it.
Sizes from 30D – 40FF