I just responded to you but I don't know what happened to my post so if you get a double response I'm sorry! I do exactly the same thing, but I specifically remembered skipping over the Kristen Stewart post so when it was open I knew something was wrong. However, lack of coffee has been known to make me do strange…

I LIKE ANNE HATHAWAY.

I don’t agree. It’s incredibly subjective. I’m 5’10” and currently weigh, idk, 130-135? I’ve weighed 125 though, and no one ever asked after my relationship with food.

Any time a girl has a BMI the is <5th precentile for age or has been dropping percentiles, or is >17 and has a BMI <18.5, I take a history and get bloodwork. It’s just a screening tool as such. Anorexics tend to have telltale bloodwork abnormalities.

It’s not going to change until designer’s start showing more variety of sizing on their runways (I don’t even necessarily mean plus-sizing, although that would be amazing - I mean showing size 2s and 4s instead of 00) and agencies stop aggressively pressuring their models to stay super skinny to get jobs. If there is…

This is my concern.

There’s someone for everyone, Azealia! Maybe even a smart/meathead Nordic security guard-turned-multiracial president for you!

I can’t say I’d be mad if I woke up in my bed and Rihanna was dancing on it. Confused but not mad.

i love how Tracee's character wears really colorful and cute nike running sneakers with an array of dresses - dresses that could be for work to long, loose, runaround dresses - it feels very real-life and is a great detail in the show

I was a bridesmaid, and we had strapless gowns. Mine fit well, but was too long, and as a broke grad student, I didn't have money to hem it. I just bought a pair of tall shoes on clearance at Target. Stilettos. As we're dancing the Horah, I can feel that I'm stepping on my own hem as we go round, and that sucker is…

Boy, did I. It rained heavily the day before our wedding, and since the whole thing took place outside (and despite our efforts covering most of the reception area with hay), my dress just soaked it all up. I had a nice dip-dyed, brown ombre look from about my knees down.

We eloped to Reno, which involved a cheap, nonstop charter flight (a package deal with a couple nights at the Eldorado). Hubby wore his suit on the flight, and I brought my dress with me. The plan was this: a limo would pick us up at the airport, take us to the wedding license office, take us to the chapel where we'd…

I was a groomslady for my friend's wedding on the beach in Malibu. The bride was a monster and wanted to me to wear a version of the very expensive and very ugly bridesmaid dress, which I refused to do. So I bought my own dress, which was simple and black with a slightly low cut top.

Thank you! My mom crocheted the shawl part of it herself.

I had the exact opposite problem. Well, to be fair, I didn't lose any weight, it was that the highly recommended tailor to whom I went didn't think it needed taking in. It took him 4 months to hem the dress, and by the time I got it back it was 1 week from the wedding (also it cost $250 to get it hemmed, wtf). I tried…

This! It's like you consciously make the decision that makeup and hair are not necessities, but rather nicities that you break out every once in a while, but you still compare yourself to the person you look like when you're all done up.

ok, this isn't my story - it happened to a friend of mine. She got her dress custom designed and created by a local designer. The designer does her garment construction at home and she made a lovely white dress for my friend. Like 3 days before the wedding the designer's sister got drunk and spilled red wine on the…

I cut my arm open on a little plastic crystal. My maid of honor saw it just in time and we were able to avert disaster, and I did rock the band aids.

Thankfully this was *before* I got ready, but it was humiliating. I was a ball of nerves on my wedding day (aren't we all?) and had only coffee in my system during my hair appointment. One of my bridesmaids drove with me to my parents' house where I was getting ready, and I let one slip. Only it wasn't just a cute…

When I arrived at the church, my soon to be father in law hugged me. His cigarette set my beautiful finger length double veil on fire. My soon to be mother in law gracefully and completely without a fuss, put out the fire, removed the charred edges, hid the damage, hugged me tight, and sent me into the church. 26…