Fat days are the bain of my life. Perhaps fat days are the wrong thing to call these days... The ones where I roll out of bed to notice that my hair is standing on end, my face is a spotty mess and my arms look particularly doughy. It's generally just an "EW day" but a fat day sounds better.
There are lots of ways to combat a fat day, and my preferred method is to slink into my Jack Wills joggers and my school hoody with "WALLY" emblazoned on the back, however that is not particularly chic. While I love to cover up and look even more anonymous than usual, that is not always the best option when off to work or out for lunch with the girls.
BEHOLD, the ultimate fat day formula that is comfy, discreet and still looks reasonably cool...
Massive chunky knit + maxi skirt + ankle boots + jewellery = nonchalant, grungy look that hides a multitude of sins.