‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.” —J.K. Rowling (via ivegotabike)
Jag ska komma och hälsa på, och då tar jag med mig svenskt kaffe och godis. Det finns faktiskt IKEA där också, haha! Jag kommer få bo i en husvagn… (lite isolerad på en camping från omvärlden). HAHA! We’re gonna do just fine.
Det får du göra, tänkte ta med mig typ fem kilo godis när jag åker dit och ha på lager, haha. Det finns det ju faktiskt och en liten pub med tydligen som serverar svenska köttbullar, då känns det ju lite mer okej. Du kommer ha det så himla mysigt i snön! <3 haha
Well apparently I’m going to Brighton at the end of the summer to study english. And I have no idea how to feel about this. Because I think it could be really fun, and I want to learn to speak proper english sooo bad but still.. I mean, it’s another fucking country where they don’t speak swedish and don’t have marabou chocolate and where it always rains and everybody is just walking around talking with lovely accents and drink tea all the time.
I don’t even like tea.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature
That’s my favorite part of reading.