Jameela Jamil Quotes

I often find myself worrying about celebrities. It's an entirely caring thing; it's not like the people who commission those photographs with cruel arrows to go on the covers of the celebrity magazines. The photographs show botched plastic surgery, raging eczema, weight gain and horrible clothes for maximum schadenfreude.

When a newspaper comes out that says 'Duff' Puff - she must have gained 15 pounds' or something like that, how would any normal person react?

You see, there weren't these magazines like 'Heat' in my day. Always waiting to trip up these pretty girls and make them seem something horrible, something to make them look stupid and small and ugly and disgusting.

What stars do in their off-hours is a never-ending source of diddling curiosity to the tabloid sensibility.

I had heard that in Bollywood, one gets publicity without even asking for it. There are new rumours every day and the celebrities involved get disturbed.

All the things that happen to people in the industry today, the actors, what they have to put up with, all the people wanting to know every single moment of their lives - I think it's really sad.

I love the way my weight fluctuates in the newspapers. It was 18 stone and then people look at a bad picture of me and add a few more stone on. I think the highest was 22 stone.

In Hollywood everything is so documented. If you go for a drink with somebody, it's passed around the world so quickly.

Now it seems like people want to do damage to young celebrities. They want to find them doing bad things. They encourage them.

I love the tabloids except for when I'm in 'em.

I was on holiday recently and I came home to find that one of the papers here had 'bikini'd' me on the beach. I was wearing a grossly unflattering costume and they had published photographs of me taken from behind. I looked dreadful. I went into our local newsagent and bought up every copy.

That whole thing: the paparazzi, a gazillion magazines. You can't lie on a beach. God forbid your bikini rides up too far or you've eaten too many doughnuts and they catch you wiping your mouth. That must be exhausting, that lack of privacy.

What did the paparazzi do to Diana? They chased her and they killed her.

We obsess about celebrities. We create them, build myths around them, and then hunt them and destroy them. I don't know where it's taking us or what it means, but I know we do it. I have seen a lot of it myself.

People are intrigued and fascinated, almost obsessed with the private lives of great public personalities.

The allegedly 'classy' magazines often seem to be in an endless, undeclared competition to see who can climb furthest up the fundament of Gwyneth Paltrow or Jennifer Lopez.

People go to the movies to watch a film and all they're thinking about is the actress's cellulite they saw in a magazine.

I don't court paparazzi. I definitely don't like that part of it.

I don't buy the tabloids, but you're surrounded by it all and people tell you things they've read. I'd be sitting on a train looking over someone's shoulder and thinking: That's familiar... oh my God, it's me.

Celebrity watching and speculation is almost like a sport.

The British press have written some nasty and spiteful things about the way I look which used to affect me quite badly when it was new to me but luckily, I've learned to ignore the comments. why do they even care about how I look?

But it kills me, this fascination with celebrities' personal lives.

I've learned to suck in my stomach when photographers are around. I used to read gossip magazines all the time, but I stopped when I started being written about in them and read incredible lies about myself.

My clothes, my stockings, my wigs were a matter of public discussion …. Columnists asked me about anything and everything—except my job. Women's magazines and women's pages featuring articles about me—sometimes without bothering to interview me. Cartoonist delight in sketching me and my clothes and swelling girth. and always the whispers and speculation about my sex life—how much, and with whom.

I was fat-shamed the other day on a British newspaper. The headline was 'Four Bellies and a Turkey Neck.' They weren't wrong. I looked shocking.