I allowed myself to have cookies or pasta. I stopped dieting and I started living life. That’s how I lost 37 pounds.
Jackles posted this "deep thought" from Monica Seles shortly after posting the photo of cupcakes she was apparently about to hoover in Boston. Oh Jackles. There's really no need to go frantically looking for celebrity justification when you fall off the cupcake wagon.
Let's just address this head-on before we get accused of
a. Being assholes for addressing her appearance
b. Having no lives
What is interesting about Jackles's change of appearance in the last few months is not that she's fat, in my opinion, although that skinny Russian bitch might disagree. She's not. She's simply not a bonerack anymore, and what is fascinating about this transformation is watching the way a notorious narcissist who has based not just her entire "career" but almost everything in her adult life on flaunting her previously slender and spectacular figure is grappling with how to spin it. She has spun everything about herself with lies, mistruths, strategic omissions of information, exaggerations, etc. And here is something she cannot spin, she cannot hide, she cannot cover up, she cannot control without Photoshop. An image-control freak*, Jackles has lost control of her image for the first time since she pushed and elbowed and clawed her way into Internet stardom. The fact that the change in appearance comes right when she had hoped to extend her fame with that TMI Weekly shitshow makes it even more compelling.
Jackles lies all the time about her men, her friends, her associations, her business opportunities, her "tech" experience, etc., not just to her "fans," but to her friends and family. And here is something she absolutely cannot lie about. I am sure she's thought of ways to spin it, but no Bravo reality show executive ordered her to gain weight, and no wealthy tech gazillionaire told her he preferred meatier women. Like millions of other people in the world, including all of us, her body changed, and there's no way to spin it into something that makes her SO. SO. HAPPY. Instead she has to decide, like all of us, to either accept her new figure or to do something about it. And if she blogged about it honestly and with some humility, her "lifecast" might actually be interesting for a change. I actually think the glee about her change in appearance isn't so much that anyone actually thinks she's a heifer but that for the first time, this fameball freak cannot torque reality in her favor.
* A commenter noticed this hilarious example from this weekend of Jackles out with the teens and re-situating herself so that her "good side" is in the shot. I laughed harder at this than any photo ever taken of her. Too, too funny: