‘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’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; 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 peachical)
‘Tonight,’ Mom announced happily, ‘is taco night!” —
-Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy by Ally Carter, pg. 1896
Let us all take a moment to appreciate how devastatingly adorable Rachel Morgan is(via aburningrain)
I had to go inside. The door was like a magnet, pulling me close. But before I could cross the threshold, the whole world went upside down. Literally. I was dangeling over Zach’s shoulder, and he was bolting down the alley, cursing under his breath and warning me he wasn’t in a mood to fight.
“But Zach I-“
“I don’t care,” he snapped.” —(via imagallaghergirl)
“Your not my boyfriend!”
“I noticed” —a Zammie moment (via the-british-bombshell)
He was real this time. This wasn’t spy genes and teen hormones running away with me. I wasn’t hallucinating or daydreaming or the victim of some freaky hologram-based countersurveillance diversion.
I was just looking…
“Hey, Gallagher Girl,” he said after … I don’t know … an hour or something, “you gonna let me up now?”” —Gallagher Girls, Don’t Judge A Girl by her Cover by Ally Carter (via luv-u-4ever-n-always)
- My friend: Do you think that guy next to the cafe is hot?
- Me: No way in hell.
- My friend: Do you think that guy by the fountain is hot?
- Me: Him? (snorted) No way.
- My friend: Who's hot in your world? (sighing in exasperation)
- Me: Mm, Zachary Goode.
- My friend: Uh... is there a Zach in our school?
- Me: No. It's a boy from the Blackthorne Academy.
- My friend: Where's the Blackthorne Academy?
- Me: It's in Gallagher Girls.
- My friend: (frustrated) A fictional character again?