40 COMMENTS [BLANK_AUDIO] 00:02 02:44 Kate Winslet is opening up about women changing their appearance through weight loss drugs and injectables, and she feels very strongly about it. “Oh, it’s terrifying,” Winslet said in an interview with The Sunday Times published over the weekend. “I think no, not you! Why?” Advertisement “It is devastating,” the actor added. “If a person’s self-esteem is so bound up in how they look, it’s frightening.” “And it’s puzzling because I have moments when I think it’s better, when I look at actresses at events dressed how they want, whichever shape,” she shared. “But then so many people are on weight-loss drugs. It’s so varied. Some are making choices to be themselves, others do everything they can to not be themselves.” “And do they know what they are putting in [their bodies]? The disregard for one’s health is terrifying,” Winslet added. “It bothers me now more than ever. It is fucking chaos out there.” Advertisement She explained that from her perspective, “My favorite thing is when your hands get old.” Winslet attends the "Goodbye June" World Premiere at the Curzon Mayfair on Dec. 3 in London. Winslet attends the "Goodbye June" World Premiere at the Curzon Mayfair on Dec. 3 in London. Jo Hale via Getty Images “That’s life, in your hands. Some of the most beautiful women I know are over 70, and what upsets me is that young women have no concept of what being beautiful actually is,” the Oscar-winner added. Winslet speaks candidly about issues surrounding women’s bodies, as the “Titanic” actor faced intense scrutiny about her own appearance after catapulting to fame in the ’90s. Advertisement “I was consistently told I was the wrong shape,” Winslet told Vogue back in 2023. “I was consistently told I would have to settle for less.” The actor previously shared in another Sunday Times interview that she was once instructed to audition for “fat girl” parts in acting school, and people were still cruel when she got to Hollywood.

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