Rae Earl Quotes

I wish I was Rapunzel Letting down her hair But at the bottom of my tower There's nobody stood there. No prince to carry me off to the sunset... The reason why of course, I don't look like his princess, I look like his horse.

I want to be loved. Oh, it's SO CORNY, isn't it?! But I just want to be loved by a bloke that loves ME! I want to feel special, you know. I almost feel guilty for feeling it.

I just don't get men. Mind you, I don't get me either.

And it makes you think. Even things that have been the same for years and years can change. Maybe I can change. I can bring my own wall down, and let people in.

…but how come I can give advice and cheer up other people, but I can’t do that with my own life. I don’t understand it.

I need to do SOMETHING to make ME feel better about ME.

Sometimes it feels like everything is going wrong. Even with the things that are wrong already.

I can be such a horrible person sometimes. But I think we all are underneath. Sometimes. I only say bad things here. Never to people’s faces. I’ve had that much crap said to me I don’t want anyone sitting in their bedroom feeling shit because of me. Couldn’t live with that.

Some people are doing Ouija boards at school but I'm not touching that shit. Knowing my luck, bloody Jack the Ripper would try to get in touch.

There is never just one bitch in a fat, mad girl's life.

Sometimes, you know, I just want to curl up and see if anyone notices I’m not there. But I know time is short. Moping around wastes times. I always get attacks of paranoia. Big deal. Fed up of worrying what people think of me and they feel for me. But I wonder what they do feel for me, though. Am I loved? Perhaps in somebody’s bedroom I am secretly fancied? Probably not.

If you are slightly different, if your face doesn’t fit, they judge you and consign you and throw away the fucking key. They never, ever stop to think that THEY might be wrong, that THEY are making a mistake. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been the victim of a massive miscarriage of justice - I’m not saying that - BUT I know what it’s like to be stinking judged before people have even bothered to find out what you are about. They have boxed me off into the ugly group even before I have opened my gob. SOCIETY IS SHIT.

I’m so NUMB. I just don’t care, it seems-but I must do. This is all going to sound totally incoherent. I’m that bunged up, but totally empty. I think my worries about who I am have reached a head. I mean who is Rae Earl? I think I know myself, but then other people say things.

I love being with people and hate being disliked. It’s a mass thing…but I want a special kind of relationship with one person too. I just can’t seem to have both

There is a new codeword going round school. DFS. It means 'desperate for sex.' It sounds like you are talking about the furniture shop. For the record, I'm certainly DFS. In fact I am permanently shopping in DFS with no hope of getting out of the store.

What is it about men in dinner jackets?! Black tie makes even the most geeky bloke look gorgeous, and as for the already good-looking ones - well, it sends them into sex appeal overdrive, and they know it.

ME LIKE THE MAGNET Men I like, I repel Like a magnet do So if I'm nasty Then you know I probably fancy you. "It's defence," the shrinks would say. "It's protects against a fall." It's impenetrable this fence of mine It's like the Berlin Wall.

The point is- who is mad and who isn't?

Kids say stupid stuff all the time,' but it hurts even as I am writing this. It's like everywhere I go I am pointed at and stared at by EVERYONE and it's like my weight is there to be discussed and laughed at. But if I was in a wheelchair they wouldn’t do it. If I had terrible scars they wouldn’t do it - but it’s OK to do it to me. Because they know. I caused this. This is self-inflicted, This is lazy, stupid, careless, crap, fat me.

And once you are that fat, the ‘fuck-it-factor; comes into play. The fuck-it factor means that you know (even the most basic grasp of nutrition) it will take ages to lose your excess weight, so you might as well get an easy lay by sticking half a packet of Hula Hoops into a tub of cheese spread.

And that will be on my medical records for ever. Everyone will always know I’m a nutter. Behavioural problems. I’m just a bloody label… A label written on a white board in a single room without a radio, in a place where everyone else was at least 20 years older than me. Can’t think about it. It’s anger that goes nowhere.

What would be the best therapy? Punching the evil sod in the knob! [...] It doesn't undo it though. You'd feel good for a second and then there's just emptiness. It's like bingeing. After the chocolate there's the wrappers.

Just to held. Just to be needed. This stupid body, It stops everything, everything that I want.

You'd be surprised what lengths people will go to not to face what's real and painful inside them.

She reckons most of those models eat about one carrot a week, chew cotton wool like race horse jockeys to keep thin, and smoke cigarettes. Apparently, they all look like crap by the time they are 30, and go out with the ‘wrong’ sort of men..

(One person is actually a mixture of three people:Bethany - she’s three girls rolled into one. There is never just one bitch in a fat, mad girl’s life)

Desire to be thin grows bigger and bigger. As does my appetite.

I am written off constantly because I am fat, skint, mad and loud.

Sometimes I catch myself in shop windows and I take up so much space. I see my outline. it's not me. Wish I could take my fucking skin off. RIP IT OFF.

Fuck exercise now. I'll start it when I'm thin.

Last night was one of the weirdest nights of my life. And remember – I have already been in a psychiatric ward.

I have a great contraceptive device with 100% success rate—it's called being really fat.

So eventually I instantly backed down and apologised for NOTHING. She was instantly fine - surprise, surprise.

There was this one model in French Elle. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be her. She was brunette with big lips and was wearing this tight navy dress by Azzedine someone. She was so beautiful; and the choices she must have. and…Oh, I would give it all up just to have been born that way because her life will be so easy. She won’t have to think, and men will fall into her lap and…It’s all unfair and I don’t want to even write it. It will never change, and no one wants to admit it but being thin and pretty is the best thing a woman can be.

bloody hell, things are bad when you want to be a robin more then yourself

Even things that have been the same for years and years can change. Maybe I can change, I can bring my own wall down, and let people in.

I laugh everything off but inside I just remember it all and go over and over and over it.

We are always told that anyone over the age of eighteen should know what they are doing. The fact is, they don't.

I'm madly in love with a sculpted piece of testosterone wonder called Haddock

A levels are approaching and Haddock's backside is a national treasure

I want to save the world but I haven't worked out a way to save myself yet.

I feel like a ghost haunting my own life.

He meant the world to me. He still MEANS it. He’ll be like my lazy eye. Cured but comes back when I’m pissed or tired.

I thought I would see people who had it together - but they seem to be just as messed up as me. Just in a 'we can pass exams in a better way than you' way.

I can't stay here but I don't feel I can go anywhere else.

THIS is why I'm single―I'm fat, I'm funny and I won't take it up the bum.

My biggest vice when I fall from the tightrope is to attack venomously the one I love the most. Richard Burton.

Sometimes when someone has shared a hard time with you and you’ve been their shoulder to cry on they don’t seem to want to know you when they are better. It’s like they are embarrassed by what you know about them. It’s like YOU are living testament of THEIR bad time.

I laughed it off but I close the bedroom door and I lose it and I stick it all down here and this is where it all stays. And this is where it has to stay because I am not ending up in the nutter ward again with brown walls, jigsaws, and people crying that their husbands left them, and men slamming their heads against walls, and Mum bringing me a mini trifle and a copy of Smash Hits like that would make everything better. It didn’t. It won’t. It can’t. Psychiatric wards when most of my mates were….I can’t tell anyone what is going on…Can’t write…Can’t think about it. Not even here.

The truth is I'm waiting for someone to save me. I'm waiting for someone to come along with this amazing big wand, wave it over my life and make me skinny and normal. I want a way out.

Life is like a sandwich―if you fill it with bollocks there's less room for Brie and grapes.

Fate, once encouraged, can twist horribly and vengefully.

Sometimes it feels like dying is the only way out of this mess. I've never felt so much despair. But I don't want to die. I just don't want to die. I just don't know how to live without messing up.

Who'd have this gob on a blob?

Better to live one day as a tiger than a lifetime as a sheep.

If being a feminist means you are nice to all women, then she is not one. I don't think feminism means that. It means we as females believe we are entitled to be treated equally as men. And that we should not be judged completely on how we look.

You realize you can actually be friends with a boy, Grandad? Just friends. You don't have to marry them. You can just meet them and chat!

Don't assume that you are the only one that feels something. I used to be embarrassed about liking lifts but then I found out that all over the world there are lift lovers like me. And if it's not hurting anyone, then it's FINE.

You'll get trolled anyway. I can't pretend you won't. Just do it. People will always find fault with you. ... Just go and do it. Yeah, just ... be you.

How much do we let people get away with stuff in real life because they are fit and take a good photo?

In fact, as long as the adults in your life are actually not hurting you, you kind of have to accept that they are very unlikely to change. ... Accept them and, if you can, try to help them. ... you could see a really surprising human side of them.

I'm being that "new style of modernly bullied".

The house is Mess HQ and it's why everything is on the brink of catching fire.

Everyone has twenty-five chins, Lauren! If you didn't have all those, your neck would split and your head would fall off! Perhaps we should vlog about that. People who don't want to be on film because they hate the way they look, even when they are totally wrong about that.

That's what a strong woman does. I can't worry about what other people think ALL the time. I can't worry what Erin might do, or even if Danny sees it. That's sensible. I am sensible. IT IS SENSIBLE TO LIKE CANADA and share the fact. I have decided.

This is normal. He has a feud with the toaster.

I don't get it. Why are you bothered by the opinions of people you've never met in your life, orchestrated by some madam who needs taking down a peg or two? Just ignore her!

You can't spend the rest of your life being afraid of people rejecting you. You have to start by not rejecting yourself. So from now on, people can either accept you for who you are, or they can fuck off.

I think that the basic problem that I have, on top of being mad, is that fundamentally I am a lazy bitch.

What do I expect him to do? Haddock and his therapy cock magically makes it all better? Would it? Would it really Rae?

Who makes this crap up? Bored men with tiny willies.

SOD PRAWN COCKTAIL - WHAT ABOUT COCK?

I'm worried that I might really hurt myself and then people might think, when I've had a stroke or something, that someone else has beaten me up. But they haven't. If you're reading this and I'm dead know I've hit myself for years.

Everyone is moving on except me because everyone can.

I've got to lose weight and not change the subject to Paul McCartney when things get tough.

I said I liked ‘Mull of Kintyre’ by Wings more than ‘A Day in the Life’ by The Beatles. Everybody went mad at me but they are just trying to be cool and I don’t bloody care. I am not saying that ‘A Day in the Life’ is NOT a better song. I’m saying at this time of year in particular I just want Christmassy and not John Lennon being arty...‘A Day in the Life’ is about A BLOODY CAR CRASH. HAPPY CHRISTMAS RINGO! COME ON!!

There seem to be 3 genders--male, female, and RAE...I HATE writing it but I'm not a girl and I want to be. I have this vision--she's not perfection but she's Rae and she's a girl too! And she's strong and if you fancy me GOOD but if you don't--bollocks!

Shit! Am I a secret racist?!

I don't want people to really die. Never. Except New Kids on the Block. I don't even want them to die - just suffer a bit.

Why do some men (and it is ALWAYS men) have such power to fuck things up?

I feel like farting.

Thank you Eleanor Roosevelt. I don't know who the hell you are but thank you.

If I could get my head enough out of my perfect arse I could see you were perfect for me. In every way. Unfortunately my head IS up my perfect arse and therefore I am unable to go out with you.

Why can't I tell myself that I am worth something like I tell others?

I wish I was somebody else. Anybody else. Even bloody Timmy Mallet. Saddam Hussein. A member of Roxette! ANYONE!

My Haddock mood ring is permanently black. This means I'm constantly depressed or it's broke. Both are right.

Look Rachel – it was the worst thing. A bloody terrible thing but you just have to make sure, in your life, you stand up to any nonsense and if you see people getting picked on you say something. And you do. You use your big mouth to good effect most of the time. You can’t change what happened but you can change things now.

I'm pleased for Elton John that he's got his first solo number one, but it's a right pile of drippy poo.

He at least thinks of me. He thinks of me when he sees massive Greek erections too, which can't be a bad thing.

He is Elvis before the cheeseburgers. I am Elvis after.

I don’t want people to get this impression that I’m this fat, ugly, unapproachable pitiful figure. Even if I am.

BUT still--Britain is racist. Fight the power!

You told me you loved me. But I know you said that because I was so upset and I told you I wanted to die. Half truth. I don't, I just can't find a way to like living.

I just didn't want to be conscious for a while. I don't want to be dead. I just don't want to be here.

A postcard with a big Greek penis on it does not mean marriage.

I am a floundering pissed up twat but I do love you.

Please don’t get into anal chugging. Your arse is too magnificent to spoil.

Then you force-fed me some pizza and then I farted in front of you. OH, TRAGIC AREN'T I?

I'm already talking about it all in past tense. It feels like it's gone already.

I think part of me is completely and utterly mad.