I’ve weirdly always got to show my bottom. For some reason my bum always comes out and it’s not always written in the script.
The only surgery I’ve had is my lips, I haven’t had anything in my bum – I don’t need to, I’ve got a big bum!
No one wants to be a rake, it’s not attractive. Boys like a bum. Even I’ve got a bit of a bum.
I spent around Rs 25 lakh and went in for a plastic surgery at a Hyderabad hospital, and now I am the proud owner of a perfect heart-shaped bum.
I always struggle to get Aussies on stuff if I’m just being honest. I’ve asked heaps of Aussies to do duets and it’s always just a pain in the bum and I just don’t bother any more.
My stomach hardly ever gets fat, but my bum and thighs turn to jelly if I don’t work out for like, three days.
Even after I had a baby, quite quickly I lost my tummy. But when I was pregnant, my redeeming feature disappeared overnight and I was left with an enormous bum and thighs.
I look back and I have always been big and curvy. Our family all have big arms, bigger legs, bigger hips and bum. That’s just the way we’re built.
It doesn’t change whether it’s Georgia, Clemson or Florida or Tennessee. You have to fight out there on the recruiting trail every day. And recruiting’s a lot like shaving: If you don’t do it every day, you start looking like a bum.
What I would really like to do is live in a university town and be an intellectual bum. I just want to write, read, whatever. I’m very eclectic. I read every night until my eyes burn.
I keep trying to write the crowd-pleasing slavery joke and the crowd-pleasing reparations joke, but any time you mention slavery or reparations in any detail, it seems to bum lots of people out. That’s a challenge I keep putting in front of myself.
I’m not slim. I’m a curvy girl: I’ve got thighs and a bum. I don’t mind baring the fact that I’ve got a bit of cellulite because everybody has. I find it off-putting when everybody on telly is the same size or looks the same build. For me, it’s important for people to watch someone normal.
‘Bum’s Rush’ is a piece about timing, and everything that’s in the piece needs to be with the piece. If people are missing, or marking, or unable to use their voices, the impulses that prompt the action are lost, and its logic crumbles.
But then I hit my 20s and only made two albums, and now I live in a ski resort as a ski bum basically.
I’ve a big bum and chunky calves. My husband says I’ve got elephantiasis of the legs.
The music I always liked as a kid was stuff I could bum out to and realize, ‘Hey, someone else feels that way, too.’ So if someone can do that with my music, it’s mission accomplished.
When I write a play, and we read it for the first time, the great fear is that everybody is going to say, ‘You’re a bum and you can’t write. This stinks.’ and throw the script in the garbage. The great hope is that they’re all going to lift me up on their shoulders and carry me to the streets, singing, ‘He’s a genius, he’s a genius!’
I can’t sit on my bum very long in a movie theater seat, and when I’m directing, I always want to move the camera or edit.
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