Welcome to Curved Angles! I’m so excited/nervous/scared/happy to meet you. This little piece of the internet has been an idea in the back of my mind for years now. Something I’ve always thought about doing, but never had the nerve to push from the back of my mind, out of my fingertips and into the real world…until now.
I’ll start by staying, I want this space to be comfortable. Comfortable for you, for me, for your friends you (hopefully) share it with…everyone. It should feel like a close friend’s house when you’ve both done nothing all day except sit on the couch and plan to do nothing all evening except probably order takeout. Feel free to read, lurk, comment, and/or interact (just be nice, ok?). If there’s something I can do to make the space more comfortable or reader-friendly, let me know! I can add a few extra pillows and we can play that record you dig. I’m open to suggestions.
So what’s the deal with the name? Curved Angles? I’ve struggled and struggled for years to pinpoint this nebulous idea in the back of my head. Only very (very) recently did I realize that in a life that has been anything but predictable, there have only been a handful of constants. I have been and will always be afraid of that one part of Fantasia (you know which part I’m talking about…), I’ve always been every mosquito’s favorite entree, and I’ve always been – as we’ll call it here I suppose – “curvy.”
I’ve been every version of this word. As a kid I was chubby. I went on my first calorie-restricting diet at the age of 10. As a young teen I was chubby and awkward (hi middle part), as an older teen I was chubby and less awkward, in what I now refer to as my “oh my god I was SO THIN back then!” years. (I wasn’t, but perception is everything).
My 20s were full of yo-yo dieting, crash dieting, paying for gym memberships I never used, sad scale mornings, brief (so…so brief) streaks of ACTUAL healthy habits usually followed by the most epic of self-sabotages. All of this to say…round, fat, full-figured, plus-sized…curved…it’s all I’ve ever known.
It’s the only lens I’ve ever seen life through. It’s framed literally everything. The way I look at food. My relationships. My friendships. My family. My income (yo, jeans for chubby chicks are SO MUCH MORE EXPENSIVE). My work. My views of my own body and my own self-worth. My plans for my present and future. For better and worse, the life of a curvy lady has been my angle through it all. I know this isn’t a unique perspective, and I’m so looking forward to connecting with others of all shapes and sizes who have their own perspectives, frames, and angles.
A few notable things about me since we’re just meeting and I want to escalate our status from strangers to friends as quickly as possible:
- I live in Charleston, SC. It’s beautiful, historic, often uncomfortably lacking in progress, and hot AF. I spend most of my time sweating in one place and then sweating over there in that other place. I have a great group of friends here, and spend my workdays managing events for a local nonprofit.
- I’m a fairly new cat mom.
- I am lucky to have the sweetest, most supportive and wonderful
boyfriendfiancé. Seriously y’all, he’s the absolute best, I both love and like him, and I’m kind of obsessed with him so you’ll probably see a lot of him around these parts.
- I’m broke. (See above mention of living in absurdly expensive Charleston and working in the nonprofit sector). If you’ve come here looking for reviews on designer clothes or to watch someone shine their diamond collection (a search I would find strange, but different strokes I guess), you’re in the wrong spot. I’m far more likely to engage conversation on where to buy dresses that will completely cover your butt on a budget.
I hope you’ll make yourself comfortable here at Curved Angles. Leave me a comment! Tell me who you are, where you’re from, what brought you here, and what’s important to you right now. I can’t wait to get to know you, so let’s talk!
xoxo
Kristy
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