Worlds best Vine. Love it. (not mine, a revine)
Worlds best Vine. Love it. (not mine, a revine)
I edited this down into Vine but here’s the original clip.
You go realraeearl, I’m in awe that anyone would dare to troll you or your creations. This wonderful human being made a living exposing her insecurities to the world & saying “this is me! This is all of us, we all have wobbly bits, insecure bits, shameful bits, hilarious bits, take it or fucking stick it!!”.
She’s a best selling author, Mum, and wife. What the fuck did your troll ass do today?? Huh? Huh? Some trolling? Heeeyyy, good for you. ****pats head patronisingly***.
Don’t ever troll my friend & 240+ notes say the same thing. We love you being here tumbling w/us! So glad to have you, long may you reign.
I haven’t been here for a bit. I’ve been writing & twittering & trying to work out how to pick up my little boy from daycare without getting attacked by scary nesting sea birds. Anyway the point is I’m here now and I have something important to say.
I have seen over the past few weeks a bit of trolling headed ‘My Mad Fat Diary’ way. Nothing new. We know there’s people like ‘that’ out there. What is so lovely to read though is MMFD fandom defending the show, ‘Rae’ and ‘me’. You can’t read such beautifully expressed and defensive posts without feeling humbled, touched, thankful & frankly emotional.
It got me thinking about all the names that have been yelled at me over the years. Stuff like (but not restricted to) -
Fatty, Jabba, moose, dog, ugly, fugly, disgusting, belly, think you’re funny stupid fat bitch, sweaty, nutter, fat slag, hippo and ‘chins’.
I’ve been called all these things and for YEARS I would go home & cry or hit myself or eat 8 packets of crisps until I learnt this really important mantra AND started to live by it.
Fuck your names, fuck your labels, fuck what you think of me because YOUR OPINION OF ME MEANS NOTHING. If you are the sort of fragile bell-end/cow that gets their kicks by belittling others I REPEAT your opinion of me means NOTHING. You don’t like me? GOOD. I’m doing something right. You don’t want to be my friend? Excellent. I don’t want that bollocks in my life. You don’t want to sleep with me? THANK GOD.
Liberating yourself from the opinion of idiots is one of the greatest things you can do for yourself.
We live in an age where people can say what they like about you and it’s very difficult to stop them. So it’s NEVER been more important to like yourself & know what you’re about.
If you get abuse don’t punish yourself. PLEASE don’t do that.
Fuck them then forgive them. The angriest/saddest/loneliest/most ‘lost’ people lash out in pain and bewilderment. Not your problem but forgive them & then go and do something utterly lovely for yourself.
I know this sounds a bit ‘Oprah’ but I totally believe it and I just want to YELL IT EVERYWHERE.
I’m BLOODY PROUD of everything I’ve written, everything that the wonderful My Mad Fat Diary cast & crew have created and I am thrilled that so many of you are enjoying it.
I swear a lot don’t I? Some things don’t change x
Most people give the homeless change or leftovers, Mark Bustos is cutting their hair
For the past few months, New York City hairstylist Mark Bustos — who normally spends his days working at an upscale salon — has been volunteering on his days off to offer haircuts to homeless people he sees on the street. With a simple phrase, “I want to do something nice for you today,” he has been helping people get a fresh, uplifting makeover.
For people who have been trapped in a cycle of poverty, unemployment and homelessness, the makeover can also serve a useful function: looking presentable for a job.
And in the UK, you think you’re making a choice but they go “no, fuck that, you chose wrong motherfucker, have this coalition, it gives the illusion of compromise but really, it’s a fucking lie.” Welcome to politics in the Free World motherfuckers. Ha!
My partner thought I was writing erotic fan fiction. Ha ha ha.
Well. I thought it was funny. The little joke stories I write on the train. Gotta keep practising & when I;m so busy blogging it’s hard.
And now imma throw up too too rich. Good though. Ice cream cupcakes. #Food #Cakes
Bitter & twisted. Let it go!!
Ha ha I do well when I don’t get jobs because I lack a degree.
Hello vodka, hello Valium.
I was asked to write something about racism in our middle class county town for a local magazine. (Sorry for the n-word, they are rough notes), nfp).
I couldn’t do it. I don’t think the editors realised just how fucking racist the people from this town are.
I’m white but from a mixed race family. I moved down here from London and have lived in all the big cities in the UK. I’ve never dealt with anything like it. This whole reverse racism thing, so many people say to me ” those N*****s are getting awful uppity ain’t they?” but think because it’s worded differently with some bullshit about “reverse racism” it’s OK.
Hey, douche-canoe: it’s not fucking OK.