UPDATED: Julia Allison: All It Takes Is a Professional Photographer to Make Her Feel Beautiful

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Someone just wrote me an email about the “I’m sorry I was a tool about my weight” post, saying:

I’m just not buying it.  It’s your slant on what’s politically correct, vs. what Julia actually thinks.

No. It really was what I actually thought.  Think, rather.

The photo above was taken in the New York Public Library over the summer.  It hasn’t been photoshopped.  I weigh exactly 138 pounds in it, and I am 5 feet and four inches.

I think I look damn good, if I do say so myself.  Comfortable.  Happy.  Secure in my appearance.

That I lost this feeling – as women are wont to do for a variety of reasons (boyfriends dump us, stress invades our life, we see a gorgeous woman on the street who can actually pull off skinny jeans, whatever) – is the tragedy.

Let’s not lie to ourselves: we want to feel beautiful.  But different women feel beautiful in different ways (duh) – and feeling beautiful is all in your mind, anyway.  For me, it’s a giant gown and soft lighting.  Although sometimes I’ve felt just as beautiful in PJs and no makeup.  (And yes, sometimes – I will admit it – I’ve felt beautiful when I’ve been told by a man I love I look beautiful.)

I would guess Meghan feels most beautiful when she’s rocking a short jumper and heels.  And I know Jordan felt beautiful on her wedding day.

Excuse the cheese of this question, because I’m genuinely curious: when did you feel most beautiful?

God, I get it, Butter Thighs! You are ugly, inside and out.

93 COMMENTS

  1. “As women are wont to do…”

    No, no, noooooooooo!
    Please no more. I officially un-nominate Julia Allison from her self-appointed position as “Speaker on Behalf of All Womankind.” From now on Julia Allison shall no longer be known as SOBOAW. So be it. All in favor say Aye.

    • Always speaking for all women. Always bringing it back to how it relates men. Always focusing on the numbers, the measurements. Always getting the dig in at her “friends.”

      Ugly on the inside. Ugly on the outside. You nailed it JP.

    • The one and only journalism class I took was about structuring an argument, and the first thing that my professor said was that you NEVER as a journalist use absolute statements like “they always” or “He will never” or “all women” because there is always an exception and it immediately puts holes in your argument.

      Journalism, Julia. You’re doing it wrong.

    • I am always irked by her use of “clearly,” since the things she deems clear are usually NOT AT ALL CLEAR TO ME.

  2. Love how she adamantly posts on another photo:

    “No photoshop.”

    No donkey, you don’t need it when you’re shot at medium range with low lighting and ten pounds of spackle on your bloated mug.

    God, this cunt makes me sick. THIS is what she did this morning. Dug through the archives of her fauxtoshoots to prove some point to herself that ends up making her look like a bigger asshole than if she just dropped the whole weight thing to begin with. But no. She will not shut the fuck up about it. And you know what, you fat, flabby, lazy fuck? Neither will we.

    • I myself think she looks like a fucking moron in that picture. I love her “natural” facial expression.

      YOU”RE AN ASSHOLE. THE END. I can’t take it anymore. Who does this? Pulls out a picture of themselves and talks about how “damn good” they look. SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      • Her entire “career” at this point is posting fauxtos of herself and telling herself she looks “damn good” in them–after, of course, slapping on the spackle, contorting her body into whatever pose she thinks will make her look less poufy, and photoshopping the holy hell out of the results.

        Donkey.

      • She says she looks great “if I do say so myself,” as if that’s like a rarity for her or something. Isn’t her whole blog and possibly her whole life about her saying so herself how great she is and looks?

      • Dyspeptic 2,

        I remember in the pre-NS days Julia, Mary, and Meghan were having tons of photoshoots that they blogged about but didn’t explain what specifically they were for. I thought they actually had a legitimate business opening up that was so ingenious that they were getting all this press in advance and that’s what the photoshoots were for. (In highsight: ha ha ha)

        It was only after they “went live” that I saw that all those shoots were self-arranged and were just for them to post on their blogs! I mean is it still called a photo shoot if you arrange and publish it yourself and you’re the only who does?

        That was my early lesson in NS-speak and either misrepresentation or delusion depending on how you look at it, way back when and it still applies today. I mean Julia went to Boston recently, put on an outfit, and had someone take her photo and she called it a photoshoot for God’s sakes. I think calling her a “vanity blogger” was actually being generous. I’ve never seen anything like this and like I said in another comment today, I’ve read Arthur Kade and even he can’t surpass the JA/NS vanity.

  3. to feel ‘loved’ one has to love oneself..Julia has no love for herself at all..its somewhat deplorably sad at all levels..

    No matter how many photo shoots she is still left with a person who never loves her, herself..when she finally stops running will there be anything left to love?

  4. Ariel the mermaid at 43, staring out at the ocean and wishing she hadn’t given up her flippers for her sham of a marriage with a rapidly-balding Prince Eric (codename PE).

    Sad 🙁

  5. I’m guessing that all of this crazy is maybe related to feedback her agent got from that audition in LA.

      • She wants broadcast work, and she’s too lazy and self-aggrandizing to get herself into shape. End of story, really.

    • yeah and i think its also becoming a more transparent (on her part) dialogue with RBNS. obvi the “I’m not buying it” sort-of sad adult email came from one of us and she just haaaaaaaaad to respond with a photo where everything below the waist is totally disguised.

    • I used to work for years in the literary department of one of the big agencies. I switched to the literary side because the talent department was too brutal. Now, ICM is not repping Donkey in the talent department, she’s in the “new media” division which I recall being the stomping ground for those who could not get promoted in any other division (meaning these poor schmucks slaved away for years at these big agencies and at the end of 5 years the managing partners didn’t trust them to rep the legit clients so they get stuck in “new media”). Still, I’m sure they told her to get more provacative, lose some weight, sex it up even.

  6. And really that picture is ridiculous. She looks like a moron. what is that facial expression? Her trying to be “natural” like on tv except failing miserably. Love the very subtle “hand on window” and “skirt pull.”

    I hate her so much.

    • The real question is what the fuck was this even for, so she can pull it out when she feels ugly? It’s so fucking narcissistic, it’s disgusting.

    • Oh and I forgot: THAT FUCKING HAIR. once again. The bobby pins. What style is that? And you look at least 35. Way to go Julesie. Way. To. Go.

    • Come on, you don’t recognize that expression? It’s the “Comfortable. So happy. So secure in my appearance” expression. Don’t we all have that expression in our repertoire of photographed facial expression options?

  7. I wonder why Julia always pulls her skirt out in photos in the area of her body where she is proportionately larger, like she is doing in this photo. I know it couldn’t have anything to do with trying to disguise the shape and size of her hips and thighs since she is: So comfortable, so happy, so secure in her appearance.

    • So comfortable. So happy. So secure. So hellbent on focusing on those measurements ONE MORE TIME.

      She hates herself. She is ugly on the inside and out. She knows this. She is in denial / shifting blame just as bad as any addict. It’s sick. And it makes me sick to watch. She supposedly has a very good friend who is dying. Yet she continues to focus on her weight, beauty, measurements, pretty pictures, etc. etc. She is vile.

      • I think not facing the friends situation given it was her ‘first love’ probably has a large part in why she is so manic now..

      • By rebutting that email with this image and response she totally negates her own argument that our body’s appearances aren’t what matters, it’s what our bodies do for us and how healthy they are that counts.

        It’s like:

        “I don’t put too much emphasis on my appearance, but see how good I looked here when I got all dressed up and made up and arranged to have people take pictures of me? It’s obvious I’m not overly concerned with my looks. That’s why I used a picture where I think I look great to respond to the accusation that deep down I am too concerned with how I look.

        Obviously that accusation isn’t true at all. That’s why I focus on responding to it by focusing on my looks instead of the healthiness and functionality of my body. I appreciate my good health and that’s all that matters. But now that my picture’s up, did you happen to notice how great I look in it? Make sure you do, okay? Because I look really thin and pretty in it, I mean healthy, that’s what I meant, yeah, I look really healthy.”

      • EXACTLY JATS. She’s making her appearance – measurements and all – the central focus of her post yet admonishes anyone else for doing the same. It’s unbelievable that she fails to grasp how hypocritical she’s being. I just cannot quite get over how her mind works sometimes.

        “I fell pretty! So there haters! I am comfortable in my own skin… and lots of makeup and gowns and styling and low lighting. But no photoshop! Don’t I look damn good?! Here, I’ll post a few more pictures so you can see how pretty I am. But don’t you dare pass judgement! Just look, admire and agree with me, OKAY?”

    • JFA! Silly donkey! You’re not playing by the rules! The rules state that Julia may post pictures of herself – pictures where she passes superficial,yet positive, judgement on herself and everyone in internet land is supposed to agree with her. SHE can focus on her weight, appearance, measurements, dress size and other superficialities but DON’T YOU DARE BODY SNARK! DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER FAT!

  8. HOW FUCK.

    Listen, Donkey:

    *You are NOT a famous actress/singer/celeb/ANYTHING

    *Annie Leibovitz is NOT shooting you for Vanity Fair or Vogue

    So just STOP IT. Just. Stop.

    • I admit, I usually roll my eyes when I’m upset and someone tells me to suck it up because someone somewhere has it worse than me but GODDAMNIT, Julia, stop airing your fucking self-esteem issues all over the internet because all of us collectively have it worse. We don’t have time/dignity to fucking wax poetic and repost inane quotes from vomit-inducing “inspirational” chick-lit. We don’t have time/resources/dignity to take professional photographs of ourselves to feel pretty or important because you know why? Because we have lives, problems, jobs. Through living our lives like normal adults we gain self-esteem and self-awareness. We get a sense of accomplishment when we finish a task: I feel absolutely elated when a case I’ve worked on keeps the innocent out of jail…at that moment my extra 10 lbs that I stress about constantly don’t matter. BUT YOU, you’re too fucking worthless, falsely-entitled and lazy to have these problems. If you just once, just once surveyed your life and realized that Carrie lied to you – that it’s not all about romance, lunch dates and trips to Paris, that if you actually helped someone, challenged yourself and overcame that challenge then maybe you will start feeling better about yourself, to feel like you’re worth something. But right now, you’re just a spoiled, disgusting piece of shit. No wonder you have self-esteem issues. You have absolutely nothing in your life that makes you feel good on a deeper spiritual level.

      UGH.

    • Nothing. Except for days like today. To pull out and stare at when she’s stuck in the pink padded cell feeling ugly and alone. Which for Julia is pretty much every day.

    • Was this the one in the New York Public Library? How did she manage to book the place for her “photoshoot?”

      Ugh.

  9. The one where she has such a “serious” face while swinging the dress and standing on the steps……I can’t stop looking at it. Every one slows down to look at a car wreck….blah blah…but seriously. LOOK AT HER FACE!

    • That’s the real comedy in Julia Allison Fauxtoshoots(TM) – she always looks so damn EARNEST and SERIOUS. It’s a laugh riot. I keep waiting on her entire narcissistic schtick to be some kind of elaborate and long-running joke but I’m afraid it’s not. And that frightens me.

      • It’s like…what goes through her head at night? Or well, any time she’s alone? It can’t be all rainbows and puppies and cupcakes. At some point, reality is going hit (I estimate right about the time her face completely melts off), and she’s going to be 47, unmarried, undateable and still living for her “glory days”.

      • You could say that now. She’s already there: “she’s 28, unmarried, undateable and still living for her “glory days”.

        Her glory days being when she was photographed in a condom costume. Wow. How does she sleep at night? Oh wait…

  10. Julia is rebutting an imaginary argument. Who is she trying to convince? She makes it sound like she was convicted in a court of law of being a fattie and she is damn well going to appeal and here is the evidence.

    I have been a bit plump myself back in the day and the last thing I would have done is plastered my photograph around town asking for peoples thoughts on my weight. If she wasn’t shoving her image down people’s throats, no-one would give a damn what she said her weight was.
    People respond because their sense of credulity is strained after her endlessly body conscious blergh. Can’t have your cake and eat it too – if weight and body image are not up for discussion then stop posting pictures that exists solely to show off said body/posts about bulimia/mentions of your fake weight.
    It’s as if she ran a cupcake blog, then got mad because people wanted to discuss cupcakes…
    P.S. Julia, you are not Tinsley Mortimer. Hells No.

    • Bingo (arms)! SHE can focus on weight, appearance, measurements, dress size and other superficialities – ENDLESSLY – but DON’T YOU DARE BODY SNARK! DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER FAT!

      She invites the criticism and judgements. The end.

    • And how much time do you have on hands to go into this imaginary nonsense? PLEASE GO FIND A REAL JOB and this sort of fucked up shit will not consume your days and nights. Gawd.

      • That is what I cannot get over. How much time do you think she dedicates to digging through her photo archives to find and post these? Or post those Halloween retrospectives? How much time do you think she spends crafting those fake reader emails? Or searching for a stupid Halloween costume?

        If she devoted half as much time going on a brisk walk as she did sitting on her fat ass trying to find old pictures of herself when she was thinner she’d drop 30 pounds in a month. Easily.

      • The self-involvement is just insane. And would make a sane person insane if they spent all their time on it – looking at photos of yourself all day, scanning them for flaws, photo-shopping them. Ew. Most people could not handle it. A quick glance in the mirror every now and then is enough for me.

  11. Julia,

    You do not look good here. You are out of your mind. This dress is ugly. I wore the same one to my junior prom in 1990 and it was ugly then and ugly now except I knew how ugly it was then. It was the only thing that would fit over my hippo-hips, and it was 50 bucks, on sale at JC Penney at the Galleria Mall in White Plains.

    But I digress. Julia, from one fatty to another, the one-shoulder-look is not flattering to our shape. It is an illusion! You think the diagonal line will hide the hips – but alas it doesn’t. It’s all there in plain sight along with the squeezed back fat on the bare shouldered side. Sigh.

    ~DD

    • I can’t quite see them in that picture…but don’t tell me they are those awful stripper ankle-straps with the stupid button closure!? I think they are quite tall and would add inches to her height (and thus subtract pounds), so perhaps she chose them for that purpose, reasoning that they would not be seen with the long dress. Nah; that’s giving her too much credit — she probably did think they were an appropriate match for the dress. And I guess in a way they are: both are ugly.

  12. COMFORTABLE?! Really? Like, “Oh, is this the way to the laundry room? I do declare, I need to stop by the bodega and get some coffee and dog food…” She looks posed and painted within an inch of her life, and because of that I actually DO think she’s comfortable in this photo (which is very sad); she’s ONLY comfortable when it’s all about surface and artifice. As Kraftwerk sang, “She is the showroom dummy…”

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkuUuBt7nrE

  13. She is the most transparent and shallow creature I’ve ever witnessed. Julia: you are heavier than you should be for your height. You look terrible in photos and I’m just glad I live in a different city so I don’t have to fear running into you even in a city occupied by millions of people. Everything you put out is toxic- the tweets, the liecast, the inane webcast, the ridiculous photo shoots, the faux-mances, it’s all disgusting.

    • her landlord is trying to sell the pink shoebox (good fucking luck while it looks like a 5-year-old lives there), so she’s letting jules stay there on a month-to-month until it gets sold. donkey is still hoping to convince some poor, unsuspecting prom date to let her move in with him.

  14. This is the blog equivalent of that giant naked glamor shot of herself that Kim Zolciak (of The Real Housewives of Atlanta has up on her wall. That always struck me funny. At least Julia’s not rearing any young daughters.

    I, too, have some pictures of myself where I’m done up to the nines and could pass for a model, but I don’t dwell on them or display them. I wake up with myself every day; I know I don’t really look like that, it’s all paint and light. I have enough of that sort of imagery fed to me all day by the media, making me feel grubby and inferior. I don’t need to shove beauty terror down my own throat.

    Here’s another thing, Julia-Who-Reads-This-Not: if you get your heart’s desire, and a man commits to you, he will see you at your worst. He will see you with your face scrubbed and your extensions in a drawer, loafing in a stained tee while watching infoMania. You will not breakfast with him in a ballgown and “soft lighting.” How do you plan to cope with that?

  15. Isn’t her left arm photoshopped? Just asking. Does she love the unphotoshopped version of this picture? That would be a little more respectable.

    • Oh, I agree– the left arm looks weird, and way leaner than the other one. I’m a wee thing, but my arm doesn’t appear to be flat on the bottom when I stretch it out– you know, gravity and all. But maybe I’m being paranoid.

    • It couldn’t be Photoshop (TM), because Julia said so, and Julia never lies.

      They probably used Macromedia Fireworks (TM).

  16. AArgh.. This is her BUSINESS which she FOUNDED. I assume that her agents, potential suitors and, bear with me, potential VCs or employers (snort!) will see this insanity.

    I’d really like to know where she thinks she will go from here. From this CRAZY to what???

    Really.

    She’s nuts. Agreed on the inpatient help that is really really necessary right now.

    Note to Jordan: QUIT NS upon your return

    • What’s staggeringly disturbing is just how many times we have said that – she’s sick. She needs help. I don’t think she can get any worse. Yet she always finds the basement somehow. Always manages to sink a little lower. I said the same thing after CES. After Davos. After the faux-ga pictures. After Mary left. After the Easter slut pictures. After the cake licking incident. After the messaging exes new girlfriends at 4 a.m. After the prom date photoshoot. Every day it gets a little bit worse. Yet it always stays the same. That’s the real tragedy.

    • But they will all find her “weirdly riveting” — and that will be her ticket to wide acceptance and fame. NOT. What she doesn’t understand is that at some point in life, people stop cutting you slack because you are “young.” There’s no way around it — we all have to grow up otherwise we are kind of fucked in many ways and life will only get harder.

  17. In all the absurdity its hard to decide what is most infuriating. No Julia, it is not a tragedy that you feel fat when you are objectively a normal weight. That is not a tragedy. That is not a tragedy. That is not a tragedy.

    • She has not seen tragedy if this is what she thinks is tragedy. Poor, well-fed princess in her pink castle-studio … dealing with some tragic problems. Volunteer at a homeless shelter, or go visit an orphanage in a war-torn region … they will show you some shade of tragic.

    • Yeah I loved that. “Tragedy.” It’s OH SO TRAGIC that Beautiful Ballerina Julia Allison Baugher, who is obviously GORGEOUS and THIN, thinks she is sometimes FAT AND UGLY. I mean, look at her in that splendid ballgown, she looks like a queen! She’s just utterly perfect. How could she POSSIBLY think she is fat, or unnattractive! What is the world coming to! It makes me weep.

  18. Aaaaand… it’s still all about the weight. The number. The superficialities:
    —–
    “Final(ish) word on the Weight subject

    From a reader:

    It should also be totally legit if you truly do want to lose 10lbs. There’s no shame in setting personal goals. Whether it’s wanting to look superhot in a bikini or have a brilliant and handsome suitor or buy a fancy Chanel handbag—if you’re motivated to get to the end result, I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to derail that by suggesting it’s superficial, egotistical or a bad example.

    If it’s what you want to do, then do it and don’t feel guilty or apologetic for it.

    I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

    ——-

    Fuck you, you fat flabby donkey. I cant’ wait to see you balloon up to 200 lbs. you lazy, sad, self-centered piece of shit.

    • Smaoolia,

      She couldn’t have said it better herself? But didn’t she just apologize for the toolishness of setting the goal to lose 10 pounds?

      Then when readers chastised her for it, she agreed with them and said she no longer felt that way. Now, when a reader disagrees with that position she agrees with this new reader and is back to her original viewpoint and couldn’t have said it better herself, even though a minute ago she said something entirely different?

      So which is it Julia, should women not focus on losing weight if they have perfectly healthy bodies and is it toolish to do so, or is it perfectly legitimate to want to lose weight to look better and to have other appearance-related goals? Apparently Julia agrees with whatever her readers happen to say at any given moment, even if those views totally contradict each other.

      I totally get why she doesn’t allow comments. Can you imagine how often she’d be called out for her contradictions and nonsense if she did? The woman seems to have a different opinion every second of the day depending on which way the wind (other people’s views of her) blows.

      • She is flailing and spinning wildly, trying to decide what she really wants to do. Work hard and lose it? Lie on her ass and pretend she’s noble?

        I agree that she must have got negative feedback about her “pilot shoot,” aka “bullshit.” So she’s gone a bit nuts, and now she can’t figure out whether to be a role model for the fatties, or stand a chance of getting hired somewhere by losing the required weight.

        I personally hope she becomes a Fattie Poster Girl, because I have said it before and I’ll say it again … she’s headed for Delta Burke town. In a year she’ll be 10-20 pounds heavier.

        Her fatal flaw is laziness. She simply cannot do anything that requires hard work.

      • She’s not only lazy as fuck, but she also has zero self control. Those two things combined are a recipe for disaster. She can’t just eat one mini cupcake…. she has to eat the entire box. Not one piece of candy… the entire box. I agree Jacy – she’s going to be Delta Burke sized in a year. Have her own little Oprah inspired “how did I get to 200 lbs?” moment. Add in the fact that she has no job or interests and sits on her chubby ass all day (or travels and… sits on her chubby ass all day) and you’re looking at a holiday weight gain explosion that’s going to have her tipping the scales at 160 by new years. Trust.

      • No wait, JATS. Correct this: “Apparently Julia agrees with whatever her readers happen to say at any given moment, even if those views totally contradict each other.” It’s more like this – she is a terrible human being, most likely receives more than a few haterade emails a day calling her out on her bullshit, ignores those (they are all jealous anyway!) and when she gets ONE FUCKING EMAIL from someone kissing her superficial, lazy, self-centered ass, she hones in on it, posts it because she has the mentality of a 12 year-old saying “I told you so,” and eats up the the adoration like it’s a fucking cupcake.

        Again, “Anyone who dumps you is a fool.” RIGHT JULIA. ONE PERSON said it, so it must be true. But all of us here, we’re just jealous.

    • OH FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK.

      That’s all I have to say.

      No, I have to say more. POSTING ASS-KISSING EMAILS FROM CREEPY “FANS” JUSTIFYING YOUR LUNATIC NARCISSISTIC BEHAVIOR MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE. IT DOESN”T MAKE IT OKAY.

      Ok, I’m done for today I think.

    • Really, that email is almost as good as the James the Alcoholic Verbatim Phone Conversation in Which Julia Allison Saved A Life. Except:

      A) She wrote this herself.
      B) Basically, it just justifies whatever selfish superficial bullshit she is interested in (chanel bag? Brilliant and Handsome suitor?).
      c) That is the worst logic I have ever fucking heard. So if my personal goal is to live with my head up my ass, not contribute in any way to anyone’s happiness but my own, and be a vapid cuntrag, that is ok, because it’s a “goal?”

      UGHHHH.

  19. she looks less like a horse in that bottom photo and more like a bird of prey about to take flight.

    or, maybe with her recent turn toward god, a bird of “pray.”

  20. Just want to be sure I’m reading this correctly:

    Julia feels beautiful in a myriad of situations: wearing gowns, chillin’ in her pj’s, when her lovers tell her she’s beautiful, etc. She feels beautiful so often, she doesn’t have a “most” beautiful time.

    Meghan feels most beautiful whenever she’s wearing a short jumper and heels, so maybe once a week.

    Jordan FELT most beautiful on her wedding day. ONE FUCKING DAY.

    Oh, Jordan, if you bring Julia back a souvenir from London, I do hope it’s something pointy and you invite her to shove it directly up her ass, along with the web “platform” she “co-founded.”

    • Please note that Julia posted an innocent, candid photo of herself and Jordan getting together in a diner just before Jordan left for the airport.

      Please also note that Jordan did not reblog the photo, although she did provide a link to the post on Julia’s page, with an explanation that she does not wear makeup when flying.

      Please note that Julia is a cunt.

  21. It was very clever of Julia to use photos of herself draped from neck to toe in yards and yards of emerald fabric, as proof that she weighs 138 pounds and looks “damn good.”

    I must say that I agree with her assessment. With the exception of her arms (I’m sorry, dear), her body has never looked better.

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