As a young girl, I never felt attractive. I was fat and unhappy at times, and that kind of thinking stays with you your entire life. There’s always going to be a part of me that worries about not looking as slim as other actresses. But at a certain point, when you achieve a lot of your goals and you can be proud of your work, you start to relax more about who you are. And that includes your appearance and self-image – I don’t think I look too bad for a mother of two. But women shouldn’t have to feel the pressure to compare themselves to actresses or models.’

As a young girl, I never felt attractive. I was fat and unhappy at times, and that kind of thinking stays with you your entire life. There’s always going to be a part of me that worries about not looking as slim as other actresses. But at a certain point, when you achieve a lot of your goals and you can be proud of your work, you start to relax more about who you are. And that includes your appearance and self-image – I don’t think I look too bad for a mother of two. But women shouldn’t have to feel the pressure to compare themselves to actresses or models.

- Kate Winslet

Sun in Libra

Voltron Langston/klangst prompt please sobody write this!!!!

Yo like someone please write a detailed fic for this and link me!!! I’m too lazy to write it myself

Keith and his father moved to Cuba when Keith was a baby after his mothe ‘'died”, so lance and Keith actually grew up together and became close friends. They started dating in eighth grade, lance was really chubby and insecure but Keith was always there to comfort him. One near the end of freshman year of highschool Keith is just gone. Lance finds out Keith went to stay with his half brother in America, he also finds out that Keith had cheeted  on him with the queen bee of the school (who has had a crush on him since the third grade), lance assumes the reason Keith did these things was because lance was fat and Keith was unhappy with their relationship so lance starves himself 

                       ½ years later

An exchange student, hunk from America comes to Cuba for schooling where he stays with an overly skinny and loud boy named lance. Hunk and lance immediately hit it off and become close friends really quickly. Hunk would comment on lances weight quite a bit which he comes to learn is a sensitive subject for the boy. Hunk decides he wants to stay in Cuba with lance.

                Two years later

Hunk and lance are late to their first day of the garrison. Lance gets blamed and yelled at and hunk is sent to his seat. The class is put into groups of three for the first project of the year, hunk and lance are grouped with a boy their age with a mullet. Hunk thinks the boy seems nice but lance losses his cheese when he sees the boy. Lance seems to know the young man but the boy just seems confused and holds out his hand and introduces himself as Keith. 

One year later

The events of episode one happen

Six months later

Shiro has been gone for a month. Lance decides to force his two best friends into a sleepover because he never sees them anymore (becides making sure they are eating and sleeping and comforting them when needed). Pidge spends all her hours trying to find shiro and her family, and hunk is always either helping pidge of coran with work or castle repairs. The trio start to tell story’s about the good times on earth. Lance accidentally mentions Keith and his friends force him to tell them his past with Keith (he leaves out the cheeting and starving). Pidge and hunk go full ship mode, but alarms suddenly go off thrusting them into a fight against the garla ships till early morning. After that night hunk and pidge are increasingly busy and don’t even see lance for a week. when his two friends don’t talk to him lance goes back into his previous state of deepresive mind. he is to fat, to loud, he is annoying and stupid, he is useless. 

The team except for lance are all in the comman room and get to having a conversation and all have a bonding moment over missing shiro and it ends in a group hug. Lance walks in on said bonding moment and decides that is the last straw. A small wile later after allura and coran have left the comman room pidge and Keith get into a Amal, Keith have a small fight and pidge accidentally says that lance is “"his lance”. Keith suddenly relizes and races to lances room only to find him unconscious on the ground in a pool of his own blood. The team freaks out and lance is rushed to the healing pods. A week later when lance still hasn’t left the pods the team takes it hard. Allura thinks back on all her interactions with lance almost all of them either her scolding or brushing him off. She wishes she could go back and take lance up on his offers to braid her hair, or listen to him talk about his family, or even let him help he like he was always asking to do. Coran is losing his favorite  paladin its almost like losing a son to him. Pidge blames herself , she should have tried to spend more time with him. all he ever did was care for her, and all she did was push him away. She refuses to visit the  infirmary, unable to look at lances.  Hunk can’t stop crying, he refuses to leave lances room, cradling lances jacket. Keith Keith spends all his time training or in the infirmary, he thinks back to all the good times with lance and thinks back to Cuba, to the good hearted boy he had loved. All he wants to do is apologize to and love on lance endlessly, the way he deserves to be loved. One night the alarms go off and everyone is soon in the heat of battle, so no one is there to hear the healing pod hiss open and lance to fall out into a deserted infirmary.

Anyway yeah please if you liked it write a fic for it and link me to it please!!!!!


‘This album is by women for women – and any man who wants to buy it,’ says Amber. ‘We are three very different ladies with very different life experiences. We are different ages, different shapes and from different ethnic backgrounds but we all love music and that has bonded us. The album is full of emotion, full of joy and, we hope, a bit of old-fashioned glamour.’

I have two big sisters at home, and now I have two big sisters in London. Beverley calls us a ‘supergroup’, other people call us ‘divas’ but to me we are a sisterhood. There are no egos, no fights, because I love those girls. My life is crazy – I never believed I would be in a group with two incredible British performers. I came to London on my own. I had never done a stage show before and it can be very lonely. Bev and CJ swooped in and scooped me up. I’ve had problems with the cold because I’m from LA and 24-hour sunshine, and they’ve had me steaming my throat, eating ginger for colds and avoiding dairy. Bev is also a great cook and I have an open invitation for some West Indian dinners. I feel their love.

I thought I would work at Ikea for the rest of my life. I always wanted to sing and act but I spent years getting rejection after rejection. I was rejected for American Idol when I was 17, and by the age of 19 the only gigs I could get were in a tiny open-mic venue in Los Angeles. So I gave up on my dream and worked at Ikea for two years until my parents told me I had to get my passion back. That gave me the strength to battle rejection once again.

My weight goes up and down because I’m a normal woman. I go on diets. I come off diets. I take up exercising. I stop exercising. I go vegetarian and then I want to eat lamb chops. I try to be healthy and then I have a craving for six-cheese macs, which I make from scratch as cooking is my other passion. My weight is more of an obsession for other people than it is for me. When the Glee team went on TV chat shows, the other actors would be asked about so many things, and all I ever got was the ‘fat questions’.

I struggle with body confidence. Self-esteem and self-love is a process I have to begin again on pretty much a daily basis. I have to remind myself all the time that I am proud of what I have achieved. But I am a work in progress and as prone to comfort eating as the next woman. What I love about Bev and CJ is how healthy they are. They don’t focus on size, they focus on health. I am feeling very healthy right now, which is the most important thing.

I refused to be the fat cliché. I didn’t want to take acting roles that were just the fat unhappy girl eating all the time. I wanted to show that your shape does not define you. I think I have shown that I can act, that I can sing – and when I took part in Dancing With The Stars I definitely showed I could dance. That meant a lot to me – and to a lot of other plus-size women out there.

The most meaningful song on the album for me is ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’. I have dedicated it to my childhood friend Stacey, who died a few months ago. We grew up together and she was like a sister to me. She was a beautiful dancer but she contracted an autoimmune disease that affected her mobility. My greatest sadness is that I never got to see her to say goodbye, because I was committed to the West End. This is my goodbye to a very special woman.

I never knew how hard performing on stage would be. I didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that I was going to put my heart and soul into it and absolutely commit. I have so much respect for stage performers because you have to be 100 per cent on your game every night – and it’s not about you, it’s all about the audience, making their experience count. To win an Olivier was a strange moment for me. I felt so happy that the British theatre world had accepted me with open arms, but I am always incredibly nervous when the spotlight is turned on me as myself.

I love everything British – if only there was sunshine it would be perfect. The people are wonderful, the fashion is fantastic and I love fish and chips. If I get homesick I watch Friends and if my sisters Toiya and Ashley come over from the US to see me – which they do a lot – I get them to bring a special barbecue sauce rub and Mucinex for my sinuses. I’m pretty easy to please.

Sexiness comes from confidence. With Bev and CJ by my side, I feel very confident. In the music industry there are a lot of female singers whose look is overtly sexy. I believe a woman has a right to dress as she wants, but I don’t want my five-year-old niece Teonie signing up for that sexy look. As Leading Ladies we love a bit of good old-fashioned glamour. Glamour is sexy; a beautiful, well-cut dress is sexy, but most of all I think sexiness comes from confidence. It’s lovely to perform together, to share the experiences. I’m so excited about this project. If it means more collaborations with Bev and Cassidy, I’m in. (x)

I Don’t Think We Can Do This Anymore// Grayson Dolan Imagine


A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part 2 on this one (: 

WARNINGS: Talks about depression and body image issues. 

You felt like the whole world around you was against you. Everywhere you turned around everyone was whispering and pointing at you. You felt vulnerable and hated by so many people. You kept telling yourself that what they said didn’t matter. That you weren’t fat, ugly, or making him unhappy. You told yourself everything was going to be okay. 

Yet you struggled to get past each and every day. You get on social media without someone criticizing what you say or what you are wearing. You slowly started wearing baggier clothes to hide that you didn’t have a flat tummy because they told you that you were fat. You went from wearing little-to-no-makeup to full on glam everyday because they told you that you were ugly without it. You went from smiling in every picture to looking sad in every picture because they said your smile was ugly. You began to distance yourself from Grayson because they said you were clingy. 

Yet after a whole year of being with him you just couldn’t take the hate anymore. You tried to get off social media but they still found a way to get to you. They would find you out and about and begin to insult you behind your back. You slowly lost the little confidence you had in yourself and grew back to being the insecure person you hated. 

Everyday it got worse. Grayson would tell you not to listen to them and that you were perfect for him. He would tell you to only care about what your family and friends thought of you and not what people who didn’t even know you thought about. You listened to him but it’s easier said that done. 

You tried to do what he said but you just struggled with it more. Everything around you was slowly breaking at your feet. You felt like you were going insane and you hated it. 

“Y/N, what do you want for dinner?’ Grayson asked you as he poked his head inside your shared bedroom. “I don’t think we can do this anymore,” You softly whispered while keeping your eyes on your knees that were pulled up to your chest. 

“What?” He asked you with pure confusion hoping that what he heard was wrong. 

“I don’t think we can do this anymore Grayson,” you repeated louder than the first time. 

“What can’t we do anymore? What’s wrong?” He asked you as he rushed over next to you. “I can’t deal with this anymore Grayson. They keep saying such mean things to me. They won’t stop and when I think it’s getting better it just gets worse.” As you said this you didn’t once glance up at Grayson because you feared you would break down in front of him. 

“Who are they, y/n? Tell me and I’ll make sure that they will leave you alone,” he pleaded while reaching over to grab your hand. In response to his touch you closed your eyes and gently pulled away from him. You knew he was hurt from the way you saw his shoulder’s slouch down and his hands go limp in his lap. You knew you were breaking him but in that moment all you cared about was your own mental health. You wanted to get better before you went in to deep and did something to yourself you would later on regret. 

“Grayson,” You paused as you squeezed your eyes from letting the tears escape down your face. “I love you so much but I really want some time apart. I ne-need some space for myself. I need to clear my mind before I go insane. I’m not in a good mental state right now and I haven’t for a while now. Please just let me go,” you cried out while finally looking up at Grayson. 

Your heart broke even more as you saw his tear filled face and the sad, betrayed look he had on. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Wh-why didn’t you trust me enough to tell me that you were going through a hard time? I would have helped you! I would have helped you get the help you needed,” He cried out while looking everywhere but you. 

“Trust me, I really really wanted to tell you but whenever I gained enough courage to do so you would leave and go out to hang out with your friends. Gosh Grayson you knew how bad the hate was getting yet did nothing about it! Have you not noticed that I stopped eating dinner? All those times I’ve told you that I wasn’t hungry and I’ll eat later? You never once batted an eyelash when I told you I felt like shit. Grayson don’t come at me with me not trusting you because I did. Do you think if I didn’t trust you I would still be with you after a year? No, I would have left you ages ago if you gave me any type of trust issues,” you sobbed out while getting up from the bed. Running your fingers through your messy hair you let out an agitated yell. 

“I’m so stupid. Oh my gosh how did I not notice?” He whispered to himself trying to figure out how he didn’t notice you breaking apart. 

“Because you were always so busy with your job or with your friends. Now I’m not saying it’s something bad. I’m so happy you love your job so much and that you finally started talking to your old friends again. I just wished you would pay a little attention to me. The only times I would see you were at night or in the morning when you would come back from Ethan’s place.” You explained as you walked over to Grayson who looked unbelievably broken. 

Kneeling down you grasped his hands and pulled them up to your chest. 

“I love you so much Grayson Dolan but I need my space to heal,” You sniffled as you looked up at him. His eyes bore into yours making your heart rate speed up even more than it already was. His eyes were now a green telling you that he was sad. 

“Promise me you’ll come back to me,” he whispered out sounding almost child-like. 


“If you can’t promise me that then you did waste an entire year with me.” He angrily muttered out making your breath stop. You looked up at him in disbelief, not believing he would say something like that to you. Letting go of his hand you reached up and cupped his face with your hands. Leaning up you pressed your lips onto his slightly chapped ones into a kiss. At first your lips were the only ones moving against his and right when you were about to pull away you felt his lips move against yours. Grayson gripped onto your waist as the two of you kissed each other passionately, scared of letting go because you both knew it would be the last time for a while. Pulling away you rested your forehead on his and bit your lip trying to catch your breath. 

Pulling of of his you put your hand on the back of his neck while looking into his eyes. 

“I promise I’ll be back Grayson Bailey Dolan. You know I when I make a promise I always keep it. I love you so much please never forget that,” you said before pulling away and going over to the bag you had pre-packed an hour before he came home. 

“I love you too Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I’ll see you later, get better soon.” He spoke behind you making you smile sadly. 

Without turning back to look over at him you walked out your shared apartment and made your way out the building. This was your time to heal and your time to get your shit together. 

You were going to get better and that was a promise you made to yourself. 

Dear people who buy into this nonsense,

I wish I could slap you with a celery stalk until I feel better.

And it’s not that I hate you or even want to hurt you.

It’s that you’re looking for the easy way out, and drinking 159 calories of something that sounds fucking revolting is not going to change your life, but probably just demotivate you further - after you’ve repeatedly insisted this is a miracle cure to everyone you know.

Weight loss is hard. It’s rewarding, but it’s hard. There’s no magic pill or fantastical drink that will change this, and anything that does is not very Fucking good for you.

Just consume less calories. Just do that little bit of physical activity. Just stop listening to bullshit like this. You know what the diet industry does very, very well?

Keep. You. Fat.
Keep. You. Unhappy.

Happy fit people don’t move shitty products. Sad overweight people do. You don’t need Doctor Fab’s Miracle Diet Shake. You just need to watch your portions. Don’t let them trick you into believing they have the secret, because they’re fucking lying to you.

And while we’re at it, stop spending ridiculous amounts of money on fucking detoxes or teatoxes. They’re just fucking slimy laxatives. Your liver is in charge of detoxing. If it’s not doing its job, gross-ass juice with cayenne pepper won’t fix that. Bitch, at that point you need a fucking doctor.

Sleep more.
Move more.
Drink more water.
Watch your calories.

There’s your fucking formula to weight loss. And it’ll take a while but you WILL get there. Don’t give your money to assholes who profit off of your insecurities. Use it to buy some kick ass shoes and go for a walk.

You are better than the nonsense they’re selling you. You don’t need them to use your body to guilt you into their shitty products.

You are a champion, and you can do incredible things. Just fucking do it right.

lmao has anyone else noticed how most of times skinny girls and men fat shaming is towards confident big girls? and when a fat woman is unhappy w her body they’re like “aw no you’re pretty like that/inside” (specially skinny girls do this) but when a fat woman is confident n loves her body they are like “wow so unhealthy blah blah” (but when they see skinny people smoking or drinking say nothing cause oh that’s so healthy) or make passive aggressive comments like “you’re SO BRAVE for wearing that” like… just say you hate when the women you consider not sexually appealing feel good w themselves n that you cant stand that not even the ones that you see as “less” or w no standards would look your way… 🙂

I am ...

The most uncomfortable I’ve ever been in my own body.

I hate every picture taken of me including selfies

I hate getting dressed in front of a mirror
Nothing fits right or fits at all
There’s never enough fabric to cover my pudgy stomach
Or any jeans left in my closet that EVEN fit me

I hate the comments some people say but think I should pay no mind to “You’re getting chubby”

I hate this weight I’ve put on or
How my face is fat and my facial structure has disappeared under layers of unhealthy fat

Because I’ve never been more self-conscious of myself, who I am, the body I’m in, etc than I am at this point in my life