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And the winner is …


If you could email us your details, we will forward them on to Cortney at Shop Translated so you can claim your prize and get shopping!

Thank you to everyone who entered. It was a difficult decision to make and we appreciate the time you took making your comments and entering the competition.


Shop Translated Competition

Thanks to those who entered our Shop Translated competition! We are currently reading the comments and will announce the lucky winner shortly.

Cyber Monday

Recently, Axis of Fat was contacted by Cortney, from Shop Translated. She has generously offered Axis readers a discount (and a great deal of clothing is already on sale! So that’s like, double plus discount!) of 25% when they enter the code: axisoffat25 from December 1st.

She has also offered readers the chance to win two items of clothing of their choice in their size from the range (excluding the New Arrivals – INES products). So leave a comment telling us why you think you should win. Competition closes 14th December.

Consumers assemble! Aaaaaaand go!

Errr, from the 1st of December that is.


Competition Details

Leave a comment telling why you think you should win. The best comment will be chosen by the administrators of Axis of Fat to win two items of clothing from the Shop Translated store. Does not include their “New Arrivals – INES products”.

Comments must be left on this post to be eligible to win.

Entries close at 11:59pm AEST (13:59pm UTC) on 14th December. Judges decision is final.


Swim time!

Yesterday, myself, Zoe, Natalie, Nick and various others went on a boat for Nick’s birthday celebrations. It was a lovely day, filled with swimming in slightly sludgy, salty water, a bbq, alcohol and dramas involving us scrambling back onto the boat after jumping off.

This day? Required swim wear.

Swim wear? Can be hard to find when you’re fat.

Ok, that’s probably a little bit of a lie. Cute swim wear, can be hard to find if you’re fat. There’s plenty of garishly printed swim skirts and black one pieces to be found if that’s what you’re in to.

So where did we find our cute swim wear?

For me, it was Kmart. A black and white polka dotted faux tankini with ruching and ties down the side. For Zoe it was Seafolly, a very cute bright blue, black and white printed one piece. Natalie, where was yours from? It was adorable! A zebra striped one piece in leopard print colours. A very confused animal, to be sure.

Target is usually my best choice for swim wear in all sizes. Kmart can be pretty decent too. Seafolly has certain brands that go up to G cups (very very rare though) and up to a size … 20, I think. For larger sizes, I think places like Big Girls Don’t Cry and All About Eve have some decent (if very pricy) swimwear. I know Myer and DJs also have plus sized swim wear (not usually all that cute though). Nick, places like, ugh Lowes, I guess are best for board shorts?

I’m still on the hunt for a leopard print one piece. Torrid had a really cute one, but there’s none left in my size now. Unique Vintage also had one, but it’s a little too expensive for me right now.

Know somewhere where I can get one? Or just another cute pair in general? Let me know!

Brisbane Vintage Fair

Last night, myself, Zoe and various other people went to the Brisbane Vintage Fair ( . Two floors worth of wonderful vintage treasures, waiting for people to scour the racks and find a pre-loved item to love.

For plus sizes though? Not a lot.

There were the usual mumus (I guess from the 70s caftan hippy-esque trends?) but not really all that much else. And vintage sizing is much smaller than modern sizing, so my regular size was not my vintage size. Still, some of us managed to find some lovelies in amongst the mumus (and hell, even some of the mumus had really pretty prints). I snagged a handmade kelly green maxi dress, our friend Kiki grabbed some awesome waist belts and Zoe scored a dress and a really cool brooch.

Speaking of, lots of gorgeous accessories. A tapestry clutch with wooden handles for $25, and a pair of brown snakeskin brogues in MINT condition AND in my size for $85 would have been mine if not for the budget and the already purchased dress.

The fair finishes today, and is on from 8-3 pm at the Souths Rugby Clubhouse, Davies Park Cnr Montague Rd & Jane St, West End.

ETA: Dress pic

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We Love Colors

We Love Colors (it’s so hard not to put a ‘u’ in there) have been raved about by fatties all over the world. They are a tights brand that caters to those who want some colour on their legs. Previously, the only types of tights that fat people could look forward to were black. And some more black. Beige. Brown. Possibly navy. And that was it. We Love Colors filled a void that many of us were missing. They’re reasonably priced (especially when our dollar is better), the shipping is quick and the colours (ahhh, that’s better) are pretty close to the swatches on site. Pro tip though? Go for the nylon/lycra blend. My problem with the solid colour was the stretch factor and the uncomfiness near the, errrr, crotchal region. Other people had problems with ankle and knee sag. So far, I’ve had no problems with the nylon/lyrcra.

Here are myself and other fancy ladies in their We Love Colors tights:





Style Evolution

I have always been interested in fashion, but it wasn’t until the past few years that my interest came through in the clothing I wear. I used to think that I was too fat, or too ugly to care about fashion. This changed when I became fat positive, and started hanging around with other fat positive friends. I was influenced by them, people on the internet and people on the street, and I wanted to let my style blossom. I started small, wearing more skirts and flashing my legs. I then built up to bright lipsticks, headwear and tights. It garnered more attention, which at first felt weird to me, and I wanted to hide. Now, if I’m being totally honest, I kinda love it. Oh yeah, vanity. Anyway, here is my evolution:

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Coffee, Chocolate and Earthly Jewels

Some boutique markets were on today, as well as a Coffee and Chocolate Affair. Being the stereotypical fatty, I was there faster than you could say “Free!” And so was everyone else. Packed to the MAX. I was absolutely not lining up for free Lindt chocolate and Merlo coffee, so I went and paid for a $2 coffee at a cafe and bought some cinnamon, clove and nutmeg dark chocolate for $1.50. After I ate enough chocolate and drank enough coffee to be rolled outta there, I stopped by the markets. And picked up the above necklace from Earthly Jewels ([email protected]). I find it pretty fancy.



More self acceptance and an introduction of sorts

My name is Sonya. I am 24. I am a Virgo, with dyed black hair, a love of giant jewellery and funky tights. I am a writer. I am fat.

I feel no shame in saying this. I am not fishing for compliments; I am not putting myself down. It is simply a statement of fact – I am fat.

It’s taken a long while for me to get to this point, this acceptance of my body. I was always taught that ‘fat’ was an insult; it was the way you put a person down. I would engage in the diet rhetoric, say that I wasn’t having any dessert and next week I would start to eat better – as if food had a say in the person I was.

It didn’t help that I came from a mix of hearty Russian, Polish and Greek stock, with wide hips and large thighs. My parents would make comments about my child bearing hips and the size of my clothing. I despaired at my figure. They both came from families where everything on the plate must be eaten, but at the same time, commented on how much I was eating. My father was dealing with depression and anxiety, and turned to food in order to cope with his issues. He started ‘eating his feelings’ as you would say, and as a result, he wasn’t a very positive influence for me. My sister was (and still is) diet obsessed, trying to get her thighs slimmed down, her cheekbones more defined. Her ultimate goal is to search at the front of a clothing rack, instead of at the back.

When I was younger, I was surrounded by body conscious peers. My sporty, skinny friends were incredibly different from my chubby, sedentary self. I was always picked last in teams and I never wanted to change in front of anyone after sports, embarrassed of my breasts and my pot belly.

I started restricting my eating. I would eat, literally, an apple a day. If I had a ‘full’ feeling in my stomach, I would bring it back up again. This continued, on and off, for most of my life, into my teenage years, right up until I started at university. I would binge eat, mostly sweets and chips, and then vow the next day that I would start the diet again. I exercised like a fiend, even though I utterly hated it.

But nothing much was happening. I was still the same weight, still the same height, still the same shape.

My self esteem, quite frankly, sucked. It didn’t help that I was incredibly shy, which was seen as being far too aloof by the outside world.  I never accepted dates, because I assumed that I was just being asked as a cruel joke. I felt suspicious of new friends – were they only being friendly with me because they needed to add a ‘fat’ friend to their group? Did they really like me?

It’s funny, but the change in my thinking came about as the change in my body did. In my last year of university I went through a depressive state. I guess I had what you’d call a mini breakdown. I started proving how much I was like my father, and eating my feelings. My weight ballooned. I didn’t realise how much it did, until I went to put on a pair of favourite jeans, only to find I couldn’t get them past my knees. The casual comment from my mother – “Oh yes, I thought you’d put on weight” made me cry.

I was determined to lose that horrible fat I had stacked on. I was going to start the cycle again. Until I didn’t. I remember, looking around on the internet one day, and I came across the livejournal community, Fatshionista. I was stunned. There were these beautiful women, who felt absolutely no shame in being themselves, in being their fat and fabulous selves. It sounds ridiculous now, but it was revolutionary to me, that someone could be happy with the way they were. I started thinking that maybe I could be the same.

I started with myself and my headspace. I tried to figure out why I was using food to make myself feel better, why I was both rewarding and punishing myself with the amount on my plate. It was hard to learn that food and eating can be a positive, nutritional and healthy activity, if I let it.

Obviously, it hasn’t been easy. I still have my bad days. I try and combat this by surrounding myself with positive, happy fat people. Reading fat acceptance blogs and books and disengaging from the horrid cycle of diet and weight loss talk has also helped. I find that listening to my body, and giving it what it needs, intuitively eating, has kept me healthy and happy and benefited my well-being enormously. I feel like I only have the one chance, the one life with my body, so it’s time to start treating it with the respect it deserves – I am going to clothe it in fabulous fashions, I am going to nourish it with fantastic food.

I am utterly privileged to be a member of the Brisbane Axis of Fat with other proud fat people.

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