Innocence Died Screaming

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” “How often do I need to tell you how amazing you look, before you’ll believe me?” “I’m honestly one of the dumbest people alive.” “I can’t do anything right.” “I look so fat in this. I look fat in everything.” “I can’t eat that, it’ll make me even fatter than I already am.” “You can treat yourself every once in a while. A cupcake isn’t going to kill you!” “You can’t go out looking like that, you look ridiculous.” “You look way too skinny in that dress. You need curves to wear something like that.” “I don’t understand how you can just walk around like this. Those trousers are way too tight on you.” “You look like a skeleton. You should get some meat on you before everyone starts thinking you’re sick or something.” “No, no, you can’t wear that. You’re too short.” “You’re going out in THAT?” “I can’t let you wear that, you look ridiculous.” “Oh my god, you’re so fat.” “You need to lose a few pounds before you can get away with those jeans.” “Ew, you’re so skinny that you look sick…” “You should try dieting.” “How much do you weigh?” “You’ve gained even more weight, haven’t you?” “You’re skipping a lot of meals. Are you alright…?” “You’d tell me if you were skipping meals on purpose, right?” “Why are you trying to lose weight? You’re already really thin.” “If you want to get a girl / boyfriend, you’re going to have to do something about the way you look.” “Do you think I’m happy looking like this?” “Stop exaggerating, you look fine.” “You’re not fat!” “You’re so lucky that you’re so skinny! It must be so easy being you!” “Everyone’s insecure about their body, so stop being so precious about it and get over yourself already.” “Everyone is beautiful in their own way. You just need to find confidence in yourself.” “I tell everyone they’re beautiful, but I can’t tell myself the same thing.” “I’m pretty sure they were laughing at me. I guess I shouldn’t have dared to leave the house in something ‘sexy’. It doesn’t suit me.” “Why are you so afraid of showing yourself? We’re friends, I won’t judge you for anything!” “Is that a birthmark? It’s… big.” “There’s nothing wrong with your face or your body. You’re just you and people should learn to accept that. You included.” “Were you crying? Why?” “I saw what you wrote down… Do you really believe you’re that ugly?” “Don’t listen to them! They’re just trying to rile you up!” “I’m not going to tell you that you’re not fat, because you are. But I will tell you that you’re gorgeous.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? Run you a bath? Get you some clean clothes?” 

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“I don’t know. I called his grandmother and told her what happened. She said she’d keep him with her until they let Ellie go home. I’m not sure if she told him or not.” 

Once the glass was empty, the criminal got to his feet and nonchalantly stretched. Hoping to lure the man off into the more vulnerable position of being alone, he moved off toward the door. 

Cascade d'Ouzoud by Ramiravasio

Friedmann Vogel principal dancer with Stuttgart Ballet photographed by Carlos Quezada

Svetlana Zakharova rehearses “Sleeping Beauty”. Bolshoi Theatre, January 2017.

Stanislava Postnova (Bolshoi Ballet Academy) as Raymonda

Alena Kovaleva and Jacopo Tissi, Raymonda x