Jameela Jamil

What do you mean?

Is there anything more pleasurable than having just a fucking little burst of spite?

We're not fucking saints.

Do you know what I mean?

Everyone enjoys a bit of pettiness, a bit of spite.

I find it very pleasurable because it's something that was taken from me for such a long time.

I was told just to fucking eat shit and disappear when I'm no longer fertile or fuckable.

So I enjoy having a little bit of spite and spite, knowing that there's, you know,

There are people who make tens and tens and tens of billions, if not trillions of dollars off of my self-hatred of my image.

Makes me want to spite them and not give in.

Makes me want to eat the fucking gelato or do something nice for myself or abstain from any kind of procedure that would be risky for me.

So that's fillers, that's Botox, that's...

injections that I don't personally need.

I don't participate in that.

I don't participate in chemical peels.

I don't participate in threads or anything that could possibly risk my well-being even a centimeter.

I'm not up for that.

There's enough risk in this world just living as a woman.

Just getting from A to B as a woman and hoping someone doesn't break into your home while you're in it.

There's nowhere that's safe.