The act of eating cake has always felt like rebellion to me. At five foot two, I’ve never fit the mould of so-called “ideal” beauty — and I gave up chasing that long ago. Instead, I made my own rules.
Cake became one of them.
For so many of us, cake is framed as “forbidden” food, something to be rationed for birthdays or “cheat days.” It’s positioned as a reward — something you have to earn. But I’ve always wondered: why should joy need permission?
When I eat cake, it’s not really about the sweetness. It’s about refusing to shrink. It’s about rejecting the endless cultural message that women should be less — eat less, weigh less, want less.
Every forkful feels like a quiet protest. A reminder that I don’t need approval to enjoy beauty or pleasure. That I can take up space — in my life, in my body, in the world — unapologetically.
At Bare Fashion, we talk a lot about empowerment through style, but it’s also in the everyday choices we make. Eating the cake. Wearing the bold colour. Choosing joy, even when society tells us not to.
Because sometimes the sweetest rebellion is the most nourishing of all.
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