You’re either too fat or too thin. You just can’t win.
A lot of women don’t like when they’re sort of fat, but a fat foot is as beautiful as a skinny foot. Think of Greek statues. Look how many people love the foot of the baby! There is something super-charming about the baby foot.
I would just like to say that opera is no longer about fat people in breastplates shattering wine glasses.
Undercook swordfish, and you get rubber. Overcook it, and you lose the fat and succulence.
I was born fat and have always been, which was just fine and even healthy and cute until I turned ten or so. Puberty hit like a hurricane and brought a new set of rules. All of a sudden it was my fault I was chubby.
My first big disappointment is always, why don’t I look like Julie Christie? Then I realise I don’t look remotely like Julie Christie, and that’s always a great sadness to me. Because I used to think I might have done, at one time. And I’m too fat. And I’m too old. You always see your faults, you see.
I am too fat and tall to be a jockey. This is not self-deprecation – I realise that I am neither too fat nor too tall – but I am too fat and too tall to be a jockey.
I like to write a joke without any fat on it. The shorter the better. I cater for people with ADD, basically.
Fat is a way of saying no to powerlessness and self-denial.
Eating Paleo just leans you down and slims you up and takes that little layer of fat and water-weight right off your body.
Toffee Crisp was my downfall. I once ate five at a sitting. Do you really need that third helping, Harry? My parents didn’t overfeed me, nor did they make an issue of it. That’s when things go wrong. It doesn’t have to be a problem for children to be fat, but it does affect you: you aren’t as happy in that skin.
I think you need a little fat in your diet.
I lost my front tooth in rugby league when a fat guy from Bellevue Hill kicked me in the face as I got up from a tackle to mark him. I made this decision not to cap the tooth because I thought it was false. But I didn’t make any movies as a teenager, and I had a very hard time with girls and stuff.
When your name is Twinkle, you are a bookworm, and a fat child, then you have to be ready to be made fun of. As a child, I used my fists a lot, but then the tongue seemed like a better option. So I started using words as a sword to jab fun at myself.
Most dancers have no awareness of how they look; half of them think they’re fat. There is anorexia in the ballet world; there are those things.
You can’t get rid of it with exercise alone. You can do the most vigorous exercise and only burn up 300 calories in an hour. If you’ve got fat on your body, the exercise firms and tones the muscles. But when you use that tape measure, what makes it bigger? It’s the fat!
These are the people who do studies that your carry-out Chinese meals are saturated in fat. I’d just like to meet them! I mean, what do they do for pleasure?
Some things are worth the fat and calories, although I have to watch it like a hawk.
Sometimes I gotta look in the mirror and say, ‘Hey, they’re still saying you’re too fat, but you’re here! They gotta take it or leave it.’ And in most cases, if they leave it, it’s all good because they don’t need to be in my space anyway.
I’m very, very Spanish. I have fat cheeks on both ends. I’m sitting on my Spanish part. And it’s my heart, the way I am, the way I speak. It has nothing to do with the way I look.
It’s definitely part of my job description not to be too fat.
Let’s face it: Russell Crowe is fat and no one ever talks about it.
I’m glad to have shown myself able to do other things rather than people thinking, ‘Oh, he’ll just do the same as his dad.’ Dad was a brilliant actor, but it just so happened he was five foot five and a half, fat and bald.
One important measurement issue concerns the fat tails problem that I mentioned earlier. VAR is concerned with extreme outcomes. If the tails of the probability distributions we are using are too thin, our VAR measures are likely to be too low.
If you grow up fat, you have to try harder.
When I started out as a model, I took things for granted. Because I bagged work thanks to my looks, I didn’t give my body any importance. I was a couch potato who’d eat anything. Then, in 2005, a tabloid ran a story calling me fat. I thought, ‘I’m famous. How can I be fat?’ It was a slap. I decided to get fit.
When you get fat and lose your hunger. That is when you know the sellout has happened.
Even when I’m playing someone named ‘Fat Amy.’ I’m all about confidence and attitude.
Politics, where fat, bald, disagreeable men, unable to be candidates themselves, teach a president how to act on a public stage.
I guess I don’t so much mind being old, as I mind being fat and old.
It’s so logical and so simple. Fat is the backup fuel system. The role it plays in the body is that when there’s no carbohydrate around, fat will become the primary energy fuel. That’s pretty well known.
We’re so conditioned to believe that milk does a body good and that we need enormous amounts of protein or we’ll wither away. Look around, we’re not withering – we’re fat.
I was made fun of for being fat from fourth or fifth grade to eighth grade. That was pretty rough.
First off, I don’t do self-deprecation comedy based on being fat. I would always talk about it honestly. Secondly, I don’t care how much I weigh.
I have met people in the street who say, ‘You look like Karren Brady, but she is fat.’ But I don’t care. I am happy with the way I look; it’s not something that drives me mad.
I remember on the ‘Midnight Special’ seeing a video with Meat Loaf. I think it was the ‘Bat Out Of Hell’ video. It was like this raging huge fat guy, and he’s really sexual, and he’s really sweaty, and it’s really kind of sexy. Like, a fat guy can get the chick. I still am a big fan of ‘Bat Out Of Hell.’
I would never be like, ‘Hey, I’m fat!’ or, like, be psyched if somebody calls me fat in a review.
Gratuitous fat jokes always hurt, no matter what.
As I was growing up, it was made clear that the fat me wasn’t welcome, that a thin person was expected and awaited, and impatiently so.
My doctor told me that I’m old, fat, and ugly, but none of those things is going to kill me immediately.
I don’t go around calling myself a fat girl. It doesn’t feel fun to me.
You size up someone physically in less than one second – too tall, too short, too fat, too thin, too old, too young, too stuffy, too scruffy.
I find the female tragedy of insecurity to be hilarious. We get obsessed over issues like the tiny skin tags on our backs or that we’re fat. You read one line in a magazine and it sends you into a tailspin.
For the majority of the time, I may as well have been just a really tan white kid. You know, I may as well have just been, like, a fat kid.
Mine is the least fat diet in the world.
Sure, I’m sensitive about my weight. I don’t do fat jokes.
Tell people that biology and the environment cause obesity and they are offered the one thing we have to avoid: an excuse. As it is, people who see more fat people around them may themselves be more likely to gain weight.
Be careful about what you eat because otherwise you get fat! Do you like to be fat? Eat very, very, very little things. Almost starve, but I don’t starve, because I eat very much.
The catering on ‘True Blood’ was so good – I’d be eating amazing doughnuts all day, then realised I was in danger of turning into a right fat faerie.
In my 20s I was going round seeing agents who were patronising because I was fat and a girl, which was a double whammy. I knew what it was to feel out-of-the-loop.
That fat speed that I love, that sensation, that’s what I want.
This veridic nose arrives everywhere a quarter of an hour before its master. Ten shoemakers, good round fat ones too, go and sit down to work under it out of the rain.
I wonder, ‘Why did I do that line that way?’ And I also constantly think I’m fat and hate my teeth. But I’ve gotten better over the years. I’ve started to accept.
I love Soul, R+B, Electronic, and good pop. Really, the only thing I don’t listen to is country and heavy metal. I love Marvin Gaye, John Legend, Al Green, Fat Freddys Drop, Sade, Grace Jones, Bazoo Bijou, Prince, John Lennon, London Grammar, Daft Punk, Dr John, Dusty Springfield, Peggy Lee, Gotye, and on it goes.
I like L.A. It’s like a mini break. For a writer, it’s hilarious. Like the food. Where I come from, we eat chip sandwiches: white bread, butter, tomato catsup and big fat french fries. It’s delicious. Here, you order a creme caramel and the waiter says, ‘You know, that contains dairy.’
Portland is a place where you can find a community as a feminist, a vegan or a fat activist. Artists, musicians, knitters, and filmmakers can all meet like-minded souls. It’s proved the perfect place for me and all my punk friends.
Thank you… fat dude with giant headphones on the subway, for looking like what would’ve happened if Jabba the Hutt mated with Princess Leia.
I look fine. I’ve had no surgery apart from an operation I had decades ago to remove the fat under my eyes. My mum looked 30 when she was 60, so I guess I owe it all to genes and hair dye.
When I was younger, I definitely did face anti-ginger prejudice. As a child, all teasing hurts, whether it’s because you’re fat or a different race or have red hair. I had enough comments from a couple of people to make it a sore point.
