Lena Dunham - Fat, Child Molesting Attention Whore and Her Trainwreck of a Family

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She's 34. Turns out having a pill addiction and openly not giving a shit about your looks really takes its toll.
Well she did hit Menopause like a brick wall at 33, that certainly has a major effect too. Many hysterectomies in younger women leave the ovaries so they don’t go into instant menopause. This was not the case for Lena, it all went.
 
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Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption... long story short, I love it...) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did.​
 
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Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption... long story short, I love it...) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did.​
It's comforting to know she isn't on the same continent as me.
 
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Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption... long story short, I love it...) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did.​

Translation:
"It's dawning on me that I've gotten old and fat and yeeted my reproductive organs. Now I'm making a post about how totally fine I am with everything and hoping the LTR boyfriend who left me sees it, as though he'd have any reaction other than relief for dodging a bullet. Also, me me me me me"
 
I mean, rural England suits her better than LA, and she seems to have found someone as physically repulsive as herself, so....
I actually believe she would be far happier staying off social media and away from the celeb world puttering around on some little farm in rural England or Iowa. We would all be happier too.

Unfortunately, like everything with Lena tis but a phase. I’m sure her new boyfriend of the moment will determine how long she’s happy to stay down on the farm.

But her new chubby grandma look could keep her away from NY and LA long term. If she decides to move back to NYC or LA she will also engage in weight loss and plastic surgery. She might prefer to embrace fat middle age and muchiedom in CT or the UK instead. Time will tell.

I think her ability to afford a place where she can get people to come to her and stay for stretches, where she totally controls the environment, has a lot of appeal for her. Taking a new boyfriend to her artsy circles in NY or LA would risk him leaving the reservation permanently too.
 
There are more pics, I just didn't want to post them all at once.

From Mother's Day:

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Judging by the first two childhood photo the beginnings were not so bad, and if Lena had a little bit of discipline she could turn out to be a quite attractive young lady. However, she quickly became an entitled lardass, and that's never attractive.
 
It was a distinct pleasure to interview my dearest @billiepiper, international treasure and whisperer of women’s truest secrets, about her devilish and wise new film Rare Beasts. For the last few months I’ve been directing Billz in Medieval costume, but she was lookin’ fly in leather and you can catch her in even more snappy looks on demand by streaming Rare Beasts and supporting female directors and twisted modern fairy tales. I love you Billie- you make me forget that this is a job when we are just whispering n’ giggling in a drafty corner 😍 🙌

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Judging by the first two childhood photo the beginnings were not so bad, and if Lena had a little bit of discipline she could turn out to be a quite attractive young lady. However, she quickly became an entitled lardass, and that's never attractive.
If she hadn't have been passed around like the proverbial piece of meat amongst her father's pedophile friends, I think she might have turned out relatively normal.
It was a distinct pleasure to interview my dearest @billiepiper, international treasure and whisperer of women’s truest secrets, about her devilish and wise new film Rare Beasts.​
I initially read this as 'Rare Breasts', and I was... confused.
 
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