A TikTok video has recently gone viral, sparking widespread discussion about body positivity. This video challenges the traditional beauty standards and underscores the essential notion of being comfortable in one’s own skin.
In the spotlight is Gillian, a self-assured woman who proudly identifies as plus-size. She uses fashion as a means of expressing her individuality and celebrates her body with flair.
“I’m a fatty and wear what I want in my pool. I don’t care if it makes my neighbors uncomfortable,” she declared in an interview. Her video boldly bears the title: “What I wear in my pool that makes my neighbor feel uncomfortable.”
In the video, Gillian, known as @spanxbeluga, demonstrates her fearless approach to poolside fashion, playfully transitioning from a lively orange summer dress to a light blue bikini.
Despite frequently facing criticism for her fashion choices, Gillian stands firm in her belief that everyone deserves the liberty to express themselves through their attire, irrespective of others’ judgments.
When confronted with comments about modesty, one individual noted that modesty seemed old-fashioned. Gillian humorously countered that it should have become obsolete long ago.
Her video has also garnered a wave of positive feedback. Many viewers commend her confidence and suggest that her neighbor’s disapproval may be rooted in envy.
Gillian clarifies her intentions, stating that making others uncomfortable is not her objective. Nevertheless, she insists on her right to wear clothes that bring her joy and confidence.
“It is not my goal to make people uncomfortable. People are uncomfortable because I wear what I want, and I’m a bigger person,” she explained. “It’s not on me. I’m not going to cover up. I’m just not gonna cover up for anyone. That’s not who I am. I’m not going to feel bad about how I look,” she added.
She emphasizes her happiness and self-acceptance, asserting, “I’m comfortable in my own skin, and I wear what I want to wear. Clothing is a form of expression, and I want to wear what I like, and that’s just what I do. And society isn’t going to tell me not to.”
What’s your take on Gillian’s video and her message about body positivity? We’d love to hear your thoughts!
MY LATE GRANDMA’S NEIGHBOR ACCUSED ME OF HIDING “HER SHARE OF THE WILL” — WHEN SHE REFUSED TO LEAVE, I GAVE HER A REALITY CHECK.
The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, cast harsh shadows on the woman standing on my porch, her face a mask of indignation. Mrs. Gable, Grandma’s “entitled neighbor,” as she so lovingly referred to her, was a force of nature, and not a particularly pleasant one.
“How long am I supposed to wait for my share of the will?!” she demanded, her voice a grating rasp that could curdle milk. “My grandkids are coming over, and I want them to take their part of the inheritance before they leave!”
I blinked, trying to process the sheer audacity of her statement. “Mrs. Gable,” I said, my voice calm despite the rising tide of annoyance, “Grandma’s will… it doesn’t mention you.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed into slits. “Nonsense! We were like family! She wouldn’t leave me out.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but everything in the house now belongs to me.”
I offered a small concession. “I’ve packed some boxes for donation. You’re welcome to look through them, see if there’s anything you want.”
“Donation boxes?!” she shrieked. “Your grandma was like family to us! We had to be mentioned in the will. Give it to me! I have to see for myself.”
“I can’t do that,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “The will is a legal document.”
She planted her feet, a stubborn look on her face. “Then I’m not leaving. I’ll just stand here until you give me what’s mine.” She proceeded to stand directly in front of my porch, peering into my windows and muttering under her breath.
I sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to give this woman a reality check, a gentle but firm reminder that she wasn’t entitled to anything.
I went inside, grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper, and returned to the porch. Mrs. Gable watched me, her eyes filled with suspicion.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice laced with distrust.
“I’m writing you a bill,” I said, my voice deliberately casual.
“A bill? For what?”
“For services rendered,” I said, scribbling on the paper. “Let’s see… ‘Consultation regarding inheritance, one hour… $100.'”
Mrs. Gable’s face turned a shade of purple I didn’t think possible. “Are you serious?!”
“Perfectly,” I said, adding another line. “‘Unauthorized surveillance of private property, one hour… $50.'”
“That’s outrageous!” she sputtered.
“And,” I continued, adding a final line, “‘Emotional distress caused by unwarranted demands, one hour… $150.'” I handed her the paper. “That’ll be $300, Mrs. Gable.”
She snatched the paper from my hand, her eyes scanning the ludicrous list. “You can’t do this!”
“Actually, I can,” I said, a smile playing on my lips. “And if you don’t pay, I’ll have to add late fees.”
She crumpled the paper in her fist, her face a mask of fury. “You’re just like your grandma!” she hissed. “Entitled and selfish!”
“Perhaps,” I said, “but I’m also practical. And I value my peace of mind.”
She glared at me for a moment, then turned and stomped off the porch, muttering about lawyers and lawsuits. I watched her go, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
Later that day, as I sorted through Grandma’s belongings, I found a small, velvet-lined box tucked away in a drawer. Inside was a handwritten note, addressed to me.
“My dearest grandchild,” it read, “I know Mrs. Gable can be… persistent. Remember, you owe no one anything. Your happiness is your own. And sometimes, a little bit of absurdity is the best way to deal with entitlement.”
I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. Grandma had known exactly what to do. And she had left me the perfect tool to handle it. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to deal with entitled people is to meet their absurdity with your own. And a little bit of humor never hurts.
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