'I went on to Twitter and it was like a pin to my excitable red balloon. Literally thousands of messages from people criticising my appearance. I was fat and ugly as per usual. My dress (the one that caused ooohs in a department store fitting room?) was destroyed by the masses. I looked like a nana, my dress was disgusting, was it made out of curtains, why was I wearing black shoes with it. I cried. I cried in the car.’

Real talk now, if this was tight fitted on a skinny model/actress/singer with some chunky heels, wide belt and a fucking flower crown, no one would have said shit. I think She look great, fuck ya’ll. (x)

'I went on to Twitter and it was like a pin to my excitable red balloon. Literally thousands of messages from people criticising my appearance. I was fat and ugly as per usual. My dress (the one that caused ooohs in a department store fitting room?) was destroyed by the masses. I looked like a nana, my dress was disgusting, was it made out of curtains, why was I wearing black shoes with it. I cried. I cried in the car.

Real talk now, if this was tight fitted on a skinny model/actress/singer with some chunky heels, wide belt and a fucking flower crown, no one would have said shit. I think She look great, fuck ya’ll. (x)