So, Salma Hayek did this interview with Canadian magazine, More, and in it, she talked about her self-esteem, her perception on what happiness is, and a whole mess of other things that’ll probably make you think, ‘Hey, what a nice-sounding girl. We could totally be besties’, but there’s … wait for it … MORE, guys. There’s even more. I’ll just … I’ll let you just read them.
Here’s Salma on her figure:
“I’m not a skinny girl. I push it. I’m at the limit of chubbiness at all times, but I’m happy at all times.”
On her Kryptonite—food:
“Everybody has a weakness. Mine is food. If you love food and you love red wine and they put you in France, you’re in a good place and you’re in a bad place at the same time. You have to weigh yourself every day, and you have to have an alarm number. When you get to that number, you have to start putting it in reverse.”
On what it’s like being a woman in her forties:
“I feel more relaxed. I don’t have to prove something. I don’t have that urge of ‘Something’s missing, gotta get out there and find it somehow.’ I was always dreaming big, but my life is better than anything I dreamed.”
So, on the whole, Salma Hayek definitely has a good sense of healthy self. But these comments about being at the “limit of chubbiness”? What, exactly, does that mean? Does she think that she’s a few pounds from chubby? Or is she saying that she’s fully chub, and a few pounds away from fat? Not sure, but in either case, the entire notion is totally absurd. Absurd. Salma Hayek would be a beautiful woman in any case. Why do we have to bring the word “chub” into it at all?
September 23, 2012 at 2:00 pm by Sarah
I’m the sort of person who appreciates silence. When I’m in a group of people, I only speak if I think I have something important to contribute or something funny to say, and it usually takes me a while to feel comfortable enough to have a legitimate conversation with somebody. I’m definitely that awkward girl who looks kind of like a bitch and giggles weirdly at inappropriate times and fidgets constantly.
Salma Hayek, however, is not that girl. She’s the kind of girl who will talk about whatever, wherever, whenever, and for as long as she feels like. You can tell by reading this interview she just did with Lucky magazine:
On living in France: “It’s Paris,” she says. “Everywhere you turn, every corner, every flower, every street lamp—someone has looked, and taken a breath, and used their imagination to make something beautiful.”
More on Paris and also her hair: “It’s nuts, how good the people look, too,” she continues. “Nobody’s overweight, everybody’s well dressed, no tennis shoes—somehow, even though they walk all over the place, everyone manages to wear real shoes, nice shoes.” She points at her chic, low ponytail. “This is very Parisian. My husband, it’s funny, but he hates it when I have this Parisian hair! He loves my crazy-maniac-madwoman just-got-out-of-the-shower hair. He is like the lawyer for my thick, wild, natural hair. He’s like, ‘Why make it suffer?’ But you know for 45 years I’ve got this big hair, and these big boobs, and I’m this tiny person and sometimes—you just want to be … smaller.” She flips the ponytail, flashes her kohl-lined lashes. “He’s probably right—my mom always said, ‘You think you know better than God?’ ”
On acne causing depression: “My skin?! When I was 25 and I left being a soap opera star in Mexico to go try to be a movie star in Hollywood and all of Mexico was laughing at me? And I could barely get work as an extra? You want to talk about bad skin? I had acne. And this acne was so bad, it sent me into a severe, severe depression. Like I couldn’t leave the house. I’d wake up in the morning and lie there and touch my face before I got up, just to prepare myself to look in the mirror! The next stage with that sort of depression is food: too little, or too much. Guess what I did? I mean, I was fat and broken out, I couldn’t leave the house and I couldn’t pay the rent!”
On her skin care line: “Somewhere my grandmother is smiling. She believed in gentle things, so my serum has royal jelly, my cream has lavender. I’m especially proud of tepezcohuite, which they treat burn victims with in Mexico—I brought it to the chemists, who’d never seen it; that’s when you know you’ve got something new.”
On Botox and wrinkles: “Botox, trust me I’ve been tempted—but I resist! Think about what happens to your muscles—and your skin—if you’re sick and don’t move for a few days. It all atrophies! Plus, if you freeze a muscle in your face, other muscles have to compensate! And once you stop, what does that look like?” Before I can issue a rebuttal she offers another theory: “You know Latin people? African-American people? How our skin ages more slowly? Even though we’re dramatic, we move our faces, we eat higher-fat foods, we’re the ones with fewer wrinkles—it makes you wonder.”
On eating and Demi Moore: “I like to eat,” she sighs. “I’m always on the edge of how much can I eat without looking too—you know. If I eat something salty, it makes me want something sweet. I eat something sweet, then I want salty. And exercise is not my thing, though I do it. “Not like Demi [Moore, her close friend]. She’s so disciplined, I wish I could be like that.” She looks at me; Moore has been reported to be in rehab. “You watch,” she says. “Demi will be back. She’s an inspiration to all women.”
Her husband has issues with American fashion: “He’s so funny—we were in line at the airport somewhere in the States with these four girls in front of us, and he asks me sincerely: ‘This American style, with the sweatpants and flip-flops … ?’ And the feminist is coming out in me and I’m like, ‘They’re comfortable! Is it such a sin to want to be comfortable?!’ But he says, ‘If they want to be so comfortable, why do they have so much makeup on at 7 am?’ And he has a point: People spend all this time with makeup and then not with clothes. Why? I mean, don’t think I don’t love the Juicy Couture—I do.”
Doesn’t it sound like she’s incapable of not rambling? I love her.
April 2, 2012 at 6:30 am by Emily
Oh, Salma, of course we would love to see your boobs. Of course we would. But not like this. This feels cheap, Salma, this feels tawdry and wrong and not at all how I imagined it. The lighting is all wrong, for one, and you know I don’t like it when you wear your hair like that. No, Salma, this just won’t do. Shame on you. Shame, shame, shame.
October 21, 2011 at 6:30 am by Emily
Well, just thought I’d take a moment out of my busy Precious Moments doll collecting, musical watching and sweatshirt puffy painting schedule to blabber on about another famous person’s child. Certainly you can’t think that all the time I spend choosing to write about how cute I think other people’s kids are has anything to do with the rapid speed of my biological clock and lack of things I truly care about! Surely that cannot be the case! Ahem. However, there is something quite special about seeing a tiny half-Salma Hayek running around town with her mommy looking all grown up compared to the little bundle she used to be. Yes, Valentina Paloma Pinault may just be one of my favorite celebrity kidlets, and her expressive toddler face sealed the deal in these photos snapped while the two went shopping in Beverly Hills Saturday morning. Check out the gallery below which includes many adorable facial expressions from the rubber-faced Valentina.
September 13, 2009 at 1:00 pm by Molls
Of all the email accounts in all of the world, the kids over at 4Chan opted to hack into Salma Hayek’s. Why they couldn’t have done Lindsay Lohan’s is a mystery to me. It would have been way more interesting. But instead, what we have is Salma’s.
Screenshots of the firstname.lastname@example.org email account, released by habitués of the online bulletin board 4chan, appear to be authentic. Breaking into the account was a simple matter of knowing Hayek’s birthday — September 2 — and guessing at her security word (they claim it was the name of her best known movie role) to reset the account’s password. Public-records searches show that the 323-area-code phone number Hayek listed in a sent email belongs to the actress.
The glimpses into Hayek’s life revealed by her inbox are fascinating, even if mundane: The stranger-suckling actress has been invited to America Ferreira’s 25th birthday party. She downloads a bunch of iPhone applications from the iTunes App Store — and she gets spam from Apple, just like the rest of us. As for the perks of being famous, a driver was scheduled to meet her flight arrving in Abu Dhabi. American Express has given her a new Gold card. (What, she doesn’t rate the exclusive black Centurion Card?) Balenciaga and Stella McCartney deliver designer clothes to her apartment. She schedules “Japanese face massages.” And she gets scans of stories about her in the celebrity weeklies.
Screenshots are in the thumbnails below. Prepare to be fascinated.
April 23, 2009 at 1:22 pm by Evil Beet
“Hey Valentina, tell your mama she should give me a call
When she get tired of runnin’ after you down the hall
And she’s all worn out from those late-night feedings
and she’s ready for another rock and roll meeting.”
The subtle lyrics to Prince’s new song, “Valentina.” Incidentally, Prince has obviously had a thing for Salma Hayek for quite awhile. In his 2001 song “Liquid Dreams,” he sang, “Angelina Jolie’s lips to kiss in the dark, underneath Cindy C’s beauty mark. When it comes to the test, well Tyra’s the best, and Salma Hayek brings the rest.”