tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50670307333670105882024-03-13T21:16:47.044-06:00Anomalous AllureSoniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-73729903945214055582017-07-17T17:43:00.001-06:002017-07-17T19:25:59.317-06:00alien<div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">earlier today i got dressed up just to see my therapist and she complimented my daytime halloween glitter (thx! <3) and then broke up with me! (i mean, she's resigning to pursue private practice, which is definitely worse than being dumped.) she referred me to someone else in her clinic who has familiarity with bpd but where am i gonna' find another government-funded therapist who shares my taste in fatshun?</span></div>
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Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-79655389529620046852017-07-17T16:03:00.001-06:002017-07-17T16:03:14.641-06:00lavender menacethe lavender wig that i was told was sold out and would never reach my greedy hands arrived out of nowhere and i couldn't be more pleased!!!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdvXrZUDEYa0cQJbCab10XFt-wYqzcZC2ntrNY_v3lhVNCp6d9rsAk8bkaPDcY6P_oysT8agvJlGj31Gs7Yekj-_-FdT12QJTPYurhXFIN8V7suLk_lSzGi743JMMoqF312E-vQO2sCs/s640/blogger-image-697147475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdvXrZUDEYa0cQJbCab10XFt-wYqzcZC2ntrNY_v3lhVNCp6d9rsAk8bkaPDcY6P_oysT8agvJlGj31Gs7Yekj-_-FdT12QJTPYurhXFIN8V7suLk_lSzGi743JMMoqF312E-vQO2sCs/s640/blogger-image-697147475.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i keep making lavender menace jokes but to be honest i dont know enough about that history to know whether it's terf-y or not. uhm, if you know let me know?</div>Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-40302908080497954042017-07-02T16:28:00.001-06:002017-07-02T16:40:12.451-06:00first date aesthetic<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">earlier this week i went on literally the worst date of my life, but this morning i had a lovely date with a seemingly lovely dude. it was only my second time wearing this blonde wig out (i took it for a test run late last night just to watch <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">fireworks) and i felt a lot more confident than i thought i would. new wigs are magical but strange, and it can be hard to remember not everyone has the same wigdar as drag queens. having worn it out a couple times i feel like blonde sonia is here to stay, at least for the </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">summer. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i super slept in this morning and got ready way quicker than usual, but i still found time to smear my face with too much liquid eyeliner and nyx's liquid suede lipstick in little denim dress. bright blue lipstick and my prized "trust no man" necklace seemed like the perfect choice for a first date with a straight guy and it totally was. he complimented both, and didn't seem to mind too much that i turned his lips blue as well. </span></div>
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a wig i ordered almost four months ago finally made its way to me. the style is aptly named Hollywood Honey, and while it could be blonder i am pretty pleased. i had also ordered a rather natural looking lilac wig that was unfortunately sold out so i may end up taking some hair dye to this one. from my experience regularly dying a short blonde bob lavender in early 2014, Punky Colours sticks fairly well to synthetic hair and Manic Panic doesn't even pretend to (it occurs to me that aesthetic was part of the blog-less period, but it was one of my favourite looks to date so i'm sure i'll make a #ThrowbackThursday post one of these weeks). purple's my obvious go to, but wouldn't soft pink tips be so cute?<br />
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Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-90947486722227454102017-06-24T09:51:00.001-06:002017-07-03T02:54:26.045-06:00i'm back!it's been almost four years since my last post but i am back!<div><br></div><div>i'm not sure what's stranger in 2017 — reviving the fatshion blog i started as a high school student in 2009 or creating an all new blogspot dot com blog, but when i got the urge to start blogging again, i decided to go with the former. </div><div><br></div><div>a lot has changed in my life, and a lot will be changing around here, but for now i just thought i'd start by saying hello. </div><div><br></div><div>hello!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-87594146327752037392013-10-20T18:02:00.002-06:002013-10-20T18:04:38.224-06:00Thinking about the OceanOver the summer, I visited my sister in Vancouver (something I do every year, but since she had visited Regina in June it wasn't expected) and branched out a bit my spending four days in Victoria on my own. It was my first time travelling alone (without immediately meeting up with someone I knew at my destination) and my first time staying in a hostel. It was a little scary, a lot exciting, and unbelievably beautiful. I feel a bit silly for my earnestness, but this small trip was significant in a lot of ways, and I couldn't help but have high expectations. A lot of the significance is quite personal, but part worth sharing: living in the prairies can feel incredibly isolating - it's nice to escape and see the ocean, as well as remind myself that non-prairie cities are not sparkly queer meccas. I like to leave the prairies to prove that I am, in fact, able to leave, and that I just don't really want to.<br />
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Travelling alone meant I only had to do things I really wanted to I found that very lovely. I spent most of my time wandering, writing, looking at the ocean in awe, taking photos, pressing flowers, collecting shells, drinking fancy coffee & iced teas, and generally enjoying my own company and my surrounding. Other nice things included coffee from a high school acquaintance, visiting the Craigdarroch Castle (super weird but super beautiful and my mom taught at the Victoria Conservatory of Music when it was still housed in the castle so I wanted to see it), and meeting, though briefly, Jessica Luxury of Tangled Up In Lace. I also bumped in to her partner, Fleetwood, the evening prior & felt like an awkward teenager introducing myself with a "I recognize you from the internet" but I probably would've felt more awkward if I failed to say hello. They're such rad people, I hope I have the opportunity to hang out with them more in the future!<br />
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Something about sharing photos from months ago online seems almost redundant (I'm so used to sharing things as they happen via instagram and twitter & I think most of us are used to receiving information that way too) but I wasn't able to totally reflect on that trip until now. Victoria was the climactic point of a rather tumultuous relationship, and thinking too hard about the ocean air left my chest tight & heart broken, but after the usual end-of-relationship processing I'm grateful to have had closure and be free of an emotionally unhealthy relationship. And, as the weather starts to cool and I prepare for another winter in the prairies, I've enjoyed looking through these photos again.<br />
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I have been in a very retrospective mood over the last month or so, and of course an annual marker such as a birthday provides a bit of guidance for navigating those thoughts. Twenty was difficult, weird, and totally amazing. It was, without a doubt, one of the most challenging and most rewarding years I've had so far. And while the positive and negative aspects are equally as important and valid, in reflecting on the past year I actively tried to make note of the good things (as it can be so much easier to remember the bad). And there were a lot of wonderful moments and experiences! I thought of writing a list of the top ten (or twenty or thirty) things that have happened, and while I certainly could, I realized that any such list would quickly become repetitive. I realized that most of the enjoyable parts of the past year fall under three general points: 1) creating art, finding myself as a ceramic artist and poet, and sharing that art with others, 2) enjoying, appreciating, and experiencing the art of others (specifically that of my friends, who are incredibly talented artists, but I've had the privilege of seeing & hearing a lot of fantastic art), and 3) spending time with people I love most, creating and fostering friendships, and time and time again being astonished by just how amazing positive relationships can be. There were a lot of other things in between there (like traveling on my own for the first time!) but those three points really sum up what I am grateful for most.<br />
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I feel like I'm in a bit of a transitionary period, and as such I really want to think critically about what I want/need, try new things, and push myself to take on tasks that seem challenging or scary. As my birthday approached I knew I wanted to jump on the "2X before 2X+1" blogger bandwagon (I cannot remember/find who first came up with this but let me know if you do. Credit where credit is due!). I have a lot of mixed feelings about "goals," and recognize their positive and negative aspects. Goals can provide direction and hope, but sometimes they're just looming pictures of things we'll never do or people we'll never become. As someone who is crazy and constantly broke, I'm even more hesitant to make lists like these. I mean, when I have to decide between a bus pass and groceries, when am I ever going to be able to afford a tattoo? Does it matter if I take a passenger train when getting out of bed and leaving the apartment is a noble accomplishment on its own? I understand that anything beyond basic survival is a huge privilege, but I still think making goals is worthwhile, and I want the guidance of knowing what I want and the joy of accomplishing those things. With all that being said, I present my 21 before 22 list.<br />
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I'm confident I'll be able to accomplish these goals, and that twenty one will be just as wonderfully weird as twenty.<br />
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(I can't believe I started this blog when I was 17, thanks for sticking around so long!)<br />
<br />Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10683389661325143871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-87574867824270153672013-09-07T14:42:00.003-06:002013-09-07T15:03:48.107-06:00florals/femmes/giraffes/autumn/etc.Sometime over the summer I realized the day I was looking forward to the most was the day it would finally be cool enough to wear my <a href="http://anomalousallure.blogspot.ca/2009/10/what-i-wore-on-cold-saturday-in-autumn.html">favourite giraffe sweatshirt</a>. It's still the first week of September, but today was that beautiful grey autumn day I'd been dreaming of.. (okay, the trees are still green, but I got to wear this top and everyone online is posting about pumpkin spice lattes so you know it's already autumn in our young, tender, internet-obsessed hearts).<br />
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I haven't been the best with seeing people since moving back to Edmonton, but I really want to make new friends and spend more time with folks I haven't seen in a while. Last night, I had coffee with some other queer women in an informal-but-planned-group-outing and it was really nice. I loved the opportunity to meet new folks and I really appreciate people trying to fill some of the empty spaces in our community (like, where do you meet other queer people when you don't want to go the bar or volunteer in an activist/non-profit setting?). Also, hanging out with other women and other femmes is just so wonderful. Speaking of femmes (!!!) this morning I had a delicious vegetarian breakfast and excellent conversation with a woman who I met when I was a youth and I haven't seen in years. Today has been lovely so far, and I imagine it will continue to be - I'm cycling through the David's Tea fall collection and will be seeing more people this afternoon and evening. Leaving the apartment is worthwhile afterall!</div>
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This is probably the comfiest outfit ever, and that it my biggest priority. As you might have gathered from above, I'm pretty in love with this sweatshirt. And <a href="http://anomalousallure.blogspot.ca/2011_08_01_archive.html">this skirt</a>. I wear it at least once or twice a week, it's just so fun! Also, how's everyone feeling about bras these days? I'm not a fan of my chest either way*, and I find that wearing a bra or going bra-less can both be pretty uncomfortable, but you best believe today is a bra-free day**. I really loved what Ragini said about bras in one of her <a href="http://curiousfancy.com/post/59876323019/autumn-feels">recent blog posts</a> (I'm a big fan of her outfits and writing!), it's hard not to feel like we are collectively lying about what breasts really look like sometimes. </div>
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I hope you're all enjoying the first week of September! This is the first time I haven't been in school during the fall, but I live quite close to the university and am on the walking route between the bars and frat houses (and residences), so I have in a way been...not enjoying, but am greatly aware of, the start of the semester. </div>
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*I am of the opinion that individuals aren't required to "love themselves love their bodies~" and I think you can accept your body without those feelings. I am not filled with self-loathing and I respect my body because it is mine, it is the only one I get, and it is the vessel through which I navigate the world, but that doesn't mean I don't have a very complicated relationship with it.</div>
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**The other day I legitimately got heat rash on my right boob from spending twenty minutes on my balcony in a dark t-shirt without a bra. It's funny, but it really hurt and took a few days to fully heal!</div>
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Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10683389661325143871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-38697370615346757302013-08-26T14:09:00.000-06:002013-08-26T14:10:48.165-06:00summertime broke femmeI've been really wanting to blog lately but I just don't know where to start, but, I guess I'm starting here. (Will I ever be able to start a post that doesn't make it sound like I'm awkwardly introducing myself to strangers at a party?)<br />
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The last six weeks or so have been really neat! I moved from Regina to Edmonton, visited Vancouver and Victoria, was back in Edmonton for a day, and then went to visit a friend in Camrose for a week. I'd also been taking an online class (Stats 100 - my first online University course) and wrote my final exam a few days after leaving Camrose. I know it's just a 100 level course, but doing math again was really awesome. And now I am back in Edmonton, trying to feel settled, and looking for a job. My sister is visiting this week and we've seen each four times in four months now (we normally only see each other three times a year). And my birthday is Saturday!<br />
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Lotsa' neat things are going on, but my days are still really slow, full of sleep; a lot of reading, walking, time spent at the library; writing in coffee shops and sorting things in the evening. Due to some family-emergency stuff I haven't really been working since the end of April, so I'm trying to appreciate all of the time I get to myself, but still structure my time and make the most of my days. It's not something I'm particularly good at, and I'm hoping a job will make me have a bit more structure.<br />
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I spent a lot of yesterday outside, and it was the perfect warm and sunny but not too hot weather. Hot enough for one of my few tank top days of the season. A lot of the discomfort I have around exposing flesh is highly related to illness, so I can't totally relate to the "fatties baring arms!" thing. I certainly don't mean to devalue that, I think it is important and valid, but not all experiences are the same. My skin invites disgust, looks of horrified curiosity, intrusive questions AND I'm fat (and I have a myriad of privileges, still, that allow me to feel safe and empowered in my body in public arenas). It's complicated, y'all. But I'm super in love with this top, and super into broke messy femme clashing fashions (because I have to be, also see: "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybN7DTRp2XU">I don't wear anything I can't wipe my hands on</a>"). This shirt is from the 1996 North Country Fair, a folk festival in Northern Alberta, and the first year my family and I went - I was four! I found it at Value Village five or so years ago, cut out the back (it was a security t-shirt) but it fit in such an odd way. Feeling brave during Pride week after finally going for short hair, I ripped the sleeves off and am pretty excited about wearing it now. This skirt is super fun and I always get a lot of compliments on it, another thrifted skirt I wasn't that into and now can't get enough of.<br />
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I miss Regina. Edmonton is okay. (My feelings are not this straightforward, I have a lot of complex feelings about "home," but they can't quite be articulated yet).<br />
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Here are some instagram photos of my last few days in Regina, and the two-day drive back to Edmonton. I'm @hyperfemme on instagram, if anyone's interested in following me there!<br />
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I'm heading to Vancouver tomorrow, and then Victoria a few days after, and I'm really excited. I am looking forward to ocean air, swimming, ferry rides, poetry slams, excellent public transit, beautiful people, dyke march (my first!), reading zines, reading poems, writing in my journal, new coffee shops and old used book stores, and more. I'm expecting a lot from a week-long trip, but I hope it will be what I need.Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-72275120064386907832013-07-14T21:14:00.001-06:002013-07-14T21:20:02.128-06:00Traipsing about the PrairiesAt the end of June, my older sister visited for a few days, and having her here was an absolute delight! She hadn't visited me in Regina before, and her trips to Saskatchewan had been few and far between. If you know me in real life, you know that I have a deep love for the Prairies. It isn't always perfect, but the people are wonderful, small cities are so nice, and the landscape is just breathtaking. I will defend the Prairies until I am out of breath, but thankfully my sister was as excited to see Regina and the surrounding area as I was to have her here. My sister is the type of person who is really aware and appreciative of her surroundings, and I really loved that someone from Vancouver was so excited to see Saskatchewan. As I don't drive, we rented a car for a day and visited Rouleau (the town where Corner Gas was filmed!), Moose Jaw, and Lumsden Beach, and spent a solid twelve hours out of the city.<br />
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If you don't watch Corner Gas (and I imagine many of you don't, as it's a Canadian show and is pretty regionally specific), you might not get why I'm always so excited to visit Rouleau (aka Dog River), but I assure you it's amazing! It's very hyper real, parts of the town do feel like props, and when we were in the Corner Gas the television show was playing. So weird. So good. It seems like the town attracts a fair amount of visitors because of the show, but I imagine it would be odd to live there. The prop-police station has a "warning: not a real police station" sign, and although the water tower does say Rouleau, the grain elevator is still devoted to Dog River.<br />
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We finally re-oriented ourselves, and made it to Lumsden Beach, which was suggested by friends because it's a lot smaller and less busy than other nearby beaches. They were not wrong! The beach was very small, and we were the only people there. It was a bit cool to find the cold lake water especially refreshing, but it was still so nice to go in for a quick dip and spend a few hours on the beach reading. Before we left, we sat at a small golf course at the top of the valley to eat some berries and watch the sunset. It was breathtaking. I discovered my iPhone camera's panorama option, and was really impressed with how well it photographed the sun. There is nothing like a beautiful sunset to leave you in awe of this world we live in. Simply amazing.<br />
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I wore this a few weekends ago to the final evening of Regina's queer film festival (Queer City Cinema) to see I Am Divine! Amazing film, a little too much fatphobia. Did you know that no thin person has ever died before? Never ever. No? Me either. After the film my friends and I went to the gay bar, where I got laughed at by some dudes. This is why I don't like the gay bar. I always enjoy grabbing a pint with friends, though, and this is why I go there anyway. I wonder what it would be like to be in a space that actually felt "inclusive." I understand I have a lot of privileges, but even so I cannot begin to fathom what true inclusivity would feel like. </div>
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This necklace is one I made myself. Over the past year I'd gotten in the habit of making jewellery to go along with the ceramics projects, and lately I've been working on a lot of flowers and maggots (and fat tummies). I've been thinking of selling jewellery online, but I'm not sure if it'd<br />
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I'm just popping by to let you know that I am selling a TON of my clothes and shoes on this here blog (seriously, there are more than fourty items listed!). I have a lot of unworn items in my closet, and not so much in the way of money, so it's time for another clothing sale. There are clothes sizes 14-22 and shoes in size 11. You can check it out with this link <a href="http://anomalousallure.blogspot.ca/p/shop-my-closet_19.html">here</a> or click the "shop my closet" link just underneath the blog header.<br />
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Here are just a few of the items I'm selling. If anything tickles your fancy, leave a comment on this post or email be at anomalous_allure AT hotmail DOT com.<br />
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Hello again, I'm Sonia. When I started this blog, I was a fat, crazy seventeen year-old girl starting my final year of high school. Now, I'm a fat, crazy queer femme girl in my third year of university (though not likely to graduate soon). I moved to a city where I knew no one, and fell into a group of really amazing friends. I'm not the most hard-working student, and my mental health hinders me a lot, but I've grown and learned a lot as an artist and my skills are constantly improving. I've started doing spoken word and going to poetry slams. Art openings still make me anxious, but I'm less likely to leave crying within the first five minutes. I love the sense of community I've found here. I seem to have fallen in love with this small Prairie city, and don't even get me started on the big sky. Sometimes my life is boring and monotonous. Sometimes it is so wonderful I am overwhelmed with love and appreciation and awe. Sometimes I am depressed and anxious, feel disengaged or detached with myself and my surroundings. Sometimes I don't quite understand how I've survived so far or how I will continue to do it. But there is a lot about my life I enjoy, and I want to share that with you through this blog. </div>
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Thank you for your kind words on my last post. Mental health and self care and recovery and survival are <i>really fucking hard</i>. And really fucking vital. So I'm going to continue talking about it as honestly as I can.<br />
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Over the past year and a half since moving to Regina my mental health has gotten worse and worse, to the point where I think I'm having the same feelings and thoughts I did at 15 and 16, pre-diagnosis/treatment/counseling. To feel that so much hard work to "get better" had been wasted is really scary. I think there are a lot of reasons why it's gotten to this point and while I'd like to blame it entirely on the lack of mental health care in this city (oh my <i>god</i> is it lacking) I've also postponed trying to access services more than I should have. Moving to a new city was a huge signifier of a adulthood, and it's so ingrained that being depressed and/or having the desire to self harm are only for teenagers, and people should just grow out of those feelings. And sometimes it feels like if you can just convince yourself hard enough that things are okay, that you are not actually that crazy, then these things will be true. Which is really just a long, roundabout way to say that I had secretly hoped that I could (and should) just get over my mental illness.<br />
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This is not to say that the poor mental health care in this city hasn't also been a huge problem. It is really frustrating to, while experiencing deep depression, try to make all the right phone calls to all the right people and still get no where. I think that being able to say "these feelings are overwhelming, I want to remain safe, I want to access help" is so incredibly powerful and being met with absolutely nothing in return is awful. Regina does not have enough psychiatrists, psychologists, or counselors of any kind. The waiting time with the health region's mental health clinic can take over a year, but after a year without any service they close your file. Total catch 22. After 9 months of waiting I got an appointment with a psychiatrist who changed my medications without a follow-up. A few week later I was CC'd a letter that stated that I "no longer needed psychiatric care" (as if I had gotten any at all). I was filled with rage and burst into tears, and still feel like that appointment and letter did more harm than good.<br />
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This is really just an example as to how frustrating trying to access mental health care can be. I certainly don't mean to suggest that it's easy in any Canadian city, but in Regina the services just <i>do not exist</i> and that is endlessly frustrating. Still, survival and recovery are my top priorities right now, and after a lot of patience and an unfortunate hospital visit, I actually have a referral to a psychiatrist for the first week in July. I've also started seeing someone through my university's counseling services, and I hope I'll be able to see a counselor on a weekly basis, at least for a while. This sort of mental health care isn't right for everyone, but it's something I need right now, so I'm gritting my teeth and practicing patience and doing everything I can to survive. I am surviving, and sometimes that's the most important thing. Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-86319159865291169882013-03-16T22:45:00.002-06:002013-03-16T22:45:48.904-06:00Self Care and Mental HealthThis has been one of the worst mental health weeks I've experienced in a long time. But I've survived it, and that means I can continue to survive. So I'm thinking a lot about self care because, honestly, I've forgotten how to take care of myself. "Self care" is a buzzword. What the fuck does it mean? It's thrown around so much without really talking about how we can care for ourselves. I want to talk about taking care of myself. With the help of some incredibly supportive friends, I'm re-learning how to do that. I am thinking and writing, making lists of things that make me happy, what I could do to make myself happier.<br />
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Survival is an interesting concept because it seems like such little but it can be <i>so fucking hard</i>. It can be unbearable at times. But it's the most important thing. And it's something I need to prioritize.<br />
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I am just rambling, though I plan to talk more about mental health and self care in the future.<br />
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Anyways, the weekend after Valentine's day I had a potluck while my roommates where away for reading week. I named it Valen-friend's day and, along with telling my friends how much I like them via sparkly heart-shaped cutouts, I made cinnamon heart cupcakes for the evening. My roommate's sister had made these cupcakes sometime in January, and when she offered me one I almost weeped with joy. I'm certainly biased - cinnamon hearts are my #1 favourite candy, Valentine's day or not - but it was the best cupcake I'd ever eaten. When I asked for the recipe my roommate said "Oh, it's online. When you find it, you'll know." Which is true, I guess, seeing as most cinnamon heart cupcakes are either chocolate or red velvet, the first white cupcake recipe I found was indeed <i>the one</i>. And so worth the search.<br />
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Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-41222535803750791522013-02-11T21:44:00.000-07:002013-02-11T21:44:50.661-07:00Sad SongsPattern matching (and clashing) is my absolute favourite, and nothing sends my heart all aflutter like polka dots on polka dots. Totally dreamy. I'm also really into this dark purple lipstick. I'd been eyeing it since the summer and finally decided to just buy it. Is it weird to think it looks especially good against my new orange-y hair? No? Awesome.<br />
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On Saturday night one of my very good friends had an art opening for her solo print show, and two other friends (who are a noisy punk/queer performance art team) performed at it. I know I mentioned this is my last post, but my friends are REALLY talented. Like, damn. I wish I had photos of the art show and performance to share, but it seems I'm just a vain bitch who's really into my outfits. (Or I'm always pretty shy about bringing my camera places and snapping photos and such. One or the other.) After the opening, we headed to bar for the appropriate amount of drinks and lots of silly dancing. I ended the evening by complimenting all of my friends profusely before heading home, which is a pretty decent drunk-habit to have if you ask me. Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-65782084923688261832013-02-09T16:17:00.002-07:002013-02-09T16:20:03.732-07:00LeatherI wore this the other night to a queer open mic event, where I shared some spoken word and totally swooned over how talented everyone was. After the open mic we headed to the gay bar for a pint and got sucked into karaoke (which should really be called queer-aoke but nobody takes my advice). I sang Ke$ha because I love her, but nothing compared to two of my friends doing Sonny and Cher's The Beat Goes On. It was SO good. Like I said, my friends are talented.<br />
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I got this sweater from Ricki's recently and it's not really my style (pastels?! pull-over sweaters?!) but the colour is perfect and it's so sweet.I found this perfect leather skirt for $6 from Value Village a few weeks ago and felt like I had died and gone to heaven. It also convinced me to start blogging again. Really! Look at my facebook post from that day as proof!<br />
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Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-50580443696964733582013-02-05T14:43:00.002-07:002013-02-05T14:43:42.262-07:00Blogging, take two (or..something like that)Hello folks. I've missed you.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about blogging. Seriously, a <b>lot</b>. And for all that thinking, I can't quite articulate my feelings on the topic. I don't have very much money. I'm not a good illustrator and I don't have (or know how to use) fancy cameras or photoshop or anything that would make my blog look more "professional." And I think I'm okay with that. I'm a twenty year-old broke queer art student with two part-time jobs, more responsibilities than I can often handle, mental health issues, a fat body, and a disorganized closet exploding with cheap clothes in a wide array of patterns. I think blogging as a medium, particularly fashion blogging, encourages people to create a facade - only showing the newest clothes, the best put together outfits, the most beautiful aspects of their life. And that's okay. It's just not for me.<br />
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All that being said, I've missed blogging. I liked having a place to share my weird broke femme outfits and I really liked being able to connect with other similarly-minded folks. So, I guess I'm giving blogging another go. <br />
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This is my favourite skirt (from Ricki's). I don't think I've posted it before but I wear it all the time. It seems my love affair with polka dots will never end.<br />
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Has anyone else noticed that Emily Haines is a perfect human being? Do you like Synthetica? What's new with you folks?! I miss ya!<br />
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Just a quick "outfit of the day" post for you all. I wore this same outfit to work the next day with a black skirt instead and ended up liking it a bit better. I much prefer wearing skirts over jeans.<br />
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<a href="http://www.1-plus.com/Printed-georgette-blouse/709790,default,pd.html?dwvar_709790_color=Off%20White&start=71&cgid=PE-Sale-Tops"> Penningtons blouse</a>, Old Navy jeans, thrifted sweater, Blowfish boots, gifted necklaceSoniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-6494595103776748082012-11-05T15:08:00.003-07:002012-11-05T15:09:21.473-07:00Life LatelyI'm bad at blogging. No ifs ands or buts about it. And since I deleted my tumblr a month or so back, my internet "presence" is really lacking. My life lately has included ceramics projects, all things Halloween, a change in my medications, plumbing-related house issues, the first snow falls of the season, and all of the usual schools/work/dealing with life shenanigans. It could involve more studying, more cleaning, and a a healthier approach to self-care. But I'm working on those things.<br />
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<i> celebrating Halloween with a pub crawl // waiting for pizza after the bar // (part of) this year's jack o' lantern // collage paisley made at work // ornamentation assignment for class // multiple porcelain brains // walking home on the first day of heavy snow fall // snowy campus from the bus stop</i><br />
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PS. I have way too much clothes I don't wear and not enough money, so I was thinking of selling some stuff online. Is that something you folks might be interested in?Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067030733367010588.post-34042964464123919302012-10-16T17:12:00.002-06:002012-10-16T17:13:46.562-06:00BoldA recent outfit post, finally! <br />
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Last Friday my roommate and I went on a hunt for boots and thankfully The Shoe Company and Penningtons are right next to one another. I have such big feet (a super fat size 11) that shoe shopping can be a chore, but I still love it. I'm pretty excited that Penningtons is carrying footwear, and even though the size 11 knee high boots sold out weeks ago, I was happy to snag a pair of these cute little booties. I picked up this dress on sale for $15 at the same time and ended up wearing them out that night for drinks.<br />
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Please excuse my awkward facial expressions, it seems I've forgotten how take outfit photos.<br />
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<i>Penningtons dress and booties, thrifted shirt and purse, </i><br />
<i>necklace from the Tin Box in Edmonton</i>Soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14858175304266199062noreply@blogger.com4