Seventeen:You've said girls should embrace their curves. Why did you think it important to make that statement?
Jennifer Lawrence:When I was playing Mystique in X-Men, I remember thinking, If I'm going to be naked in paint in front of the entire world, I'm going to look like a woman. I'm going to have curves and have boobs and have a butt. Because girls are going to look at that, and if I look like a scarecrow, they are going to think, Oh, that's normal. It's not normal. I'm just so sick of these young girls with diets. I remember when I was 13 and it was cool to pretend to have an eating disorder because there were rumors that Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie were anorexic. I thought it was crazy. I went home and told my mom, "Nobody's eating bread--I just had to finish everyone's burgers". I think it's really important for girls to have people to look up to and feel good about themselves.
This is me and my little brother back when we were adorable wee ones.
He’s the baby by 18 months, which is long enough for me to call him my baby brother but short enough that we played with each other all the time when we were growing up. We’ve always been pretty close, and even though he can be a total butthole at times, at the end of the day he still opens up to me a lot.
Yesterday, my parents and I stood in a parking lot in 29 Palms while he boarded a bus for his deployment to Afghanistan.
I’m not even sure why I’m writing this or why I’m writing it here. It just feels like everybody should know this. It’s my baby brother. He always starts his text messages to me with “hey sis”. He taught me the best way to make Mongolian barbeque. He’d play “Make A Man Out of You” from Mulan 10+ times in a row and try to sing along. He modeled neon pink short shorts and a spaghetti strap I got for Christmas one year. He watched “A Haunting” with me every afternoon during his senior year of high school, and we’d freak ourselves out even though the effects and acting were lame. He used to be afraid of (and still doesn’t like) whales, guinea pigs, and Jupiter because he thinks they are too big for the categories they belong in. He’s pretty much had the same haircut since kindergarten. He took a picture I got from a boy in preschool and said “It’s either going to be him or me, and it’s going to be me!” and ripped it up in front of me. He buys our mom a ‘trinket’ every time he comes home. He uses the phrase “pish posh” in casual conversation. He waved the “I love you” sign to us from the bus, even though he was surrounded by his fellow Marines.
I don’t know how military families do this. I don’t know how they can stay here when their loved one is sent away, how they can stand that nobody else really knows the worth of that person, or how they can beat back all the stress and worry and anxiety and somehow still function.