Lottie Moss had to go to the hospital after taking too much Ozempic, which a friend had obtained from a doctor without a prescription.
The 26-year-old model became very ill, having a seizure and severe dehydration, even though she weighed about 60kg (9 stone). She said she would rather “die” than use Ozempic again. The drug is intended for people with obesity or diabetes and is currently in short supply worldwide.
Lottie Moss’s sister is Kate Moss, a famous supermodel known for her slim figure in the 1990s and her famous quote, “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”
Lottie described her seizure, which happened because of severe dehydration, as one of the scariest things she’s ever experienced. She said her face and hands clenching up was terrifying.
She mentioned that she wished she had known more before using Ozempic, and her weight dropped to around 53kg in a few weeks. After seeing doctors, she learned that the dosage she was using was meant for someone weighing at least 100 kilos, which is almost double her weight.
Lottie Moss has admitted to taking Ozempic and says she would rather ‘die’ than use it again
Lottie Moss explained that a few months ago, she wasn’t happy with her weight and had a friend who could get her Ozempic, but not through a proper medical channel. She didn’t go to a doctor for a proper prescription, check-ups, or tests, which are necessary when using a medication like Ozempic.
She said, “It’s a medication, and it’s dangerous. It’s meant for people with much larger body sizes. The dose I was using was for people who weigh 100 kilos or more, while I was in the 50s range.”
Lottie wished she had known more before taking it and now regrets her decision. She injected it into her leg and said it was the worst choice she ever made.
She shared a warning to others, saying, “If you’re thinking about taking it, don’t. It’s not worth it.”
On her podcast, Dream On, Lottie described the severe side effects she experienced, such as vomiting, a loss of color in her face, and a dramatic drop in weight. Before taking Ozempic, she weighed around 60 kilos, dropped to 57 kilos after the first dose, and reached a low of 53 kilos, which is just over eight stone.
Lottie Moss said she would rather not take Ozempic again, as it made her feel extremely nauseous.
She used it for two weeks, taking injections with a pen. Each week she had to take a new dose, and she felt sicker than she ever had before. She started with a lower dose but moved to a higher one, and ended up being bedridden for two days because she felt so ill and lost weight rapidly.
She began at about 60 kilos and dropped to 57 with the first dose, then to 54, and her lowest weight was 53 kilos. She described this rapid weight loss as unhealthy.
During those two days in bed, she wanted to stop taking the medication, but since it’s not like a pill you can just skip, it was already in her system and hard to stop. She even told her friend she couldn’t keep any food or water down and needed to go to the hospital because she felt so sick.
After being rushed to the emergency room, Lottie had a seizure because of severe dehydration. She described the experience as “horrible,” with her close friend having to hold her feet down while she contorted on the hospital floor.
Lottie, known from Celebs Go Dating, said the nurse was shocked when she learned the high dose of Ozempic Lottie had been taking and how much weight she had lost in just a short time.
She explained, “We went to the ER at 3 a.m., and when we told the nurse about the dose I was taking, she was horrified and said it was far too much. She also asked about my weight loss, and when I told her, she sent me straight to the emergency room, where I was wheeled through the hospital.”
Lottie added that she felt extremely sick and almost passed out when she went to the bathroom. Once she was in the examination room, she had a seizure due to dehydration, which she described as one of the scariest experiences of her life. Her friend Reece had to hold her feet down, and she felt her body and hands clenching up uncontrollably, making the situation terrifying and painful.
Lottie has talked before about how difficult it was growing up in the “toxic” fashion industry and her time in rehab for drug addiction.
She started modeling at 16 after being discovered when she was 13. She said she always felt like she was living in the shadow of her sister, Kate.
Lottie Moss has shared that she faced harsh criticism for eating on set during fashion shoots and was told by her modeling agency that she needed a 23-inch waist to walk in runway shows. She was traumatized by comments about her body and being called names like “the ham and cheese sandwich girl.” She feels lucky not to have developed an eating disorder.
Kate Moss, Lottie’s sister, was known in the 90s for the “heroin chic” look, which emphasized being extremely thin. She now regrets the phrase “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,” and has talked about the negative comments she received from parents about their daughters having eating disorders.
Lottie believes that with the rise of Ozempic, a drug popularized by celebrities for weight loss, the harmful “heroin chic” trend is making a troubling comeback. She wants to use her experience to warn others, saying that Ozempic is meant for diabetes, not weight loss.
Lottie expressed concern that the media’s focus on extreme weight loss is harmful, especially for people with eating disorders or those struggling with their weight. She noted that the body positivity movement, which celebrated diverse body types and curvier figures, seems to be disappearing in favor of the old “heroin chic” trend. She encourages everyone to appreciate their body as it is and avoid extreme measures that could harm their health.
My Father Asked Me to Dance with Him at My Wedding but Didn’t Show Up
My Father Asked Me to Dance with Him at My Wedding but Didn’t Show Up
Heartbreak from my father’s broken promises loomed over my wedding day. Just as despair set in, an unexpected hero stepped forward, turning a moment of disappointment into one of profound love and revelation. This is how I discovered the true meaning of family.
So, my parents split when I was just a little sprout (seven years old, to be exact). From then on, my dad was basically a ghost. He’d promise stuff like park trips, but then bail last minute.
A sad little girl sitting alone in her room | Source: Midjourney
Birthdays? Nope. Most nights were spent wondering if he’d even bother showing up. My mom did her best, but my dad’s absence left a hole that seemed impossible to fill.
Fast forward to when I was older, and Dad’s appearances became even more random. He’d pop up out of nowhere, full of apologies and promises to be a “better dad.” But then, poof! Gone again faster than you can say “empty promises.”
Important events? Missed, obviously. But hey, at least he tried to “buy” my forgiveness with random gifts: dolls, toys, anything shiny to distract me from, you know, his actual absence.
A teenage girl feeling sad while holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney
Like, seriously, a toy car can’t fix the fact you missed my graduation! So yeah, despite the whole “disappearing dad” thing, I still held onto hope. Then, BAM! Enter Dylan.
When I met Dylan at a mutual friend’s party, everything felt different. He had this warmth about him that drew me in. One evening, sitting on his couch, I asked him, “Dylan, do you think people can really change?”
He looked at me, his blue eyes full of thought. “I believe people can change if they truly want to, Val. But it has to come from within.”
A couple hugging on a lakeside | Source: Midjourney
Dylan and I quickly became close. We shared endless late-night talks, laughter, and a connection that felt like home.
One night, at our favorite spot by the lake, he got down on one knee, his voice shaking. “Valeria, will you marry me?”
Tears of joy filled my eyes. “Yes, Dylan, yes!”
As I started planning the wedding, my father suddenly reappeared, more consistently than ever before. He began calling regularly and showing up more often. He even insisted on paying for part of the ceremony.
One day, while we were discussing wedding plans, he asked, “Val, can I have the father-daughter dance at your wedding?”
A woman talking to her father in their living room | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated. “Dad, I don’t know…”
“Please, Val,” he said, his voice breaking. “I know I’ve let you down before, but I want to make it right. Just one dance. Please.”
I wanted to say no, remembering all the broken promises, but he was persistent. With a heavy heart and against my better judgment, I agreed.
On the day of the wedding, I was a bundle of nerves. Despite my doubts, a part of me hoped he would keep his promise. Throughout the ceremony and reception, he kept assuring me he’d be there for the dance. Each time, I wanted to believe him, hoping he had really changed.
A woman in a bridal dress on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney
“Val, you look beautiful,” Dylan whispered as we stood at the altar. His smile eased my nerves a bit.
“Thank you, Dylan,” I whispered back, my heart racing. “I just hope my dad shows up for the dance.”
“He will,” Dylan said confidently. “He promised, right?”
As the time for the father-daughter dance approached, my anxiety grew. Guests gathered around the dance floor and the music started, but my father was nowhere in sight.
A bride and groom hugging | Source: Midjourney
I tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. My heart sank as I realized he had let me down again. He sent a message with another one of his flimsy excuses but I knew better.
The text read: “Sorry, Val, stuck in traffic. Will be there soon. Promise.” But deep down, I knew it was just another excuse.
“Val, I’m so sorry,” my mom said, hugging me tightly.
“It’s okay, Mom,” I replied, trying to hold back tears. “I’m used to it.”
A while later, one of the wedding staff handed me a small, neatly wrapped gift: expensive earrings.
A bride feeling angry and displeased while holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney
It was yet another attempt by my father to buy my forgiveness. The disappointment was overwhelming, and I stood alone on the dance floor, tears streaming down my face.
Dylan rushed over, concern etched on his face. “Val, I’m here,” he said softly. “You’re not alone.”
I looked up at him, my vision blurred by tears. “He did it again, Dylan. He promised, and he broke it.”
Dylan wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “I’m so sorry, Val. You don’t deserve this.”
A bride crying | Source: Midjourney
Just then, the rescue came in the most unexpected way. My stepfather, Richard, who had quietly supported me throughout my life without ever asking for anything in return, stepped forward.
Richard had always been there, a steady and reliable presence, even when I had pushed him away, insisting he was “just a stepfather.” I had never truly given him the credit he deserved.
“May I have this dance?” he asked gently, holding out his hand.
Surprised, I looked at him, my emotions a whirlwind. I hesitated for a moment but then took his hand.
A bride dancing with her stepdad on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney
As we began to dance, the room seemed to fade away. Richard held me close, his embrace warm and comforting. It was a moment of unexpected solace.
“Richard, I… I don’t know what to say,” I whispered as we swayed to the music.
“Val, you don’t have to say anything,” he replied softly. “I’m just happy to be here for you.”
His words, so simple yet so full of meaning, brought tears to my eyes. The music, a soft melody that seemed to cradle us, made the moment even more surreal.
A bride talking to her stepdad on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney
I had spent so much of my life longing for my father’s presence that I had overlooked the man who had been there all along. When the dance ended, Richard took the microphone for the father-daughter speech. He looked around the room, then at me, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and emotion.
“I never thought I’d be standing here,” he began, his voice steady but full of feeling.
A man giving a speech at his stepdaughter’s wedding | Source: Midjourney
“I know I’m not your biological father, but from the moment I met you and your mother, I felt a love and a bond that goes beyond blood. Being here today, sharing this dance with you is the greatest honor of my life. I am the happiest man in the world because I get to share this moment with you. You may have called me ‘just a stepfather,’ but to me, you have always been a daughter.”
His words broke through the last barriers I had built around my heart. The room erupted in applause, but all I could see was Richard.
A bride hugging her stepfather on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney
In that moment, I realized that family isn’t defined by blood alone, but by the love and commitment someone shows through their actions.
As we embraced, I whispered, “Thank you, Dad.”
And for the first time, I truly meant it.
The rest of the evening was a blur of joy and celebration. Dylan and I danced, laughed, and soaked in every precious moment. At one point, my mom came up to me, her eyes glistening with tears.
A bride with her mother on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney
“Val, I am so proud of you,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “And Richard… he loves you so much. I’m glad you finally see that.”
“I do, Mom,” I replied, hugging her back tightly. “I really do.”
Later that night, as Dylan and I finally had a moment to ourselves, he took my hands and looked at me with those caring eyes.
“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.
“Overwhelmed, but in a good way,” I said with a small laugh. “I never expected Richard to step up like that.”
A bride and groom laughing | Source: Midjourney
“He’s a good man,” Dylan said. “And he loves you. I’m glad he was here for you today.”
“Me too,” I said, my heart full of gratitude. “I spent so long waiting for my dad to be there for me, and I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”
Dylan smiled and kissed my forehead. “Sometimes, it takes moments like these to realize what’s truly important.”
As the night came to an end, I found myself reflecting on everything that had happened. My father’s absence had been a painful reminder of broken promises, but Richard’s presence had shown me the true meaning of love and family.
A woman is sitting on a porch and reading a letter | Source: Midjourney
It wasn’t about grand gestures or blood relations; it was about being there, day in and day out, without expecting anything in return. A few days after the wedding, I received a letter from my father. It read:
Dear Valeria, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding and share our father-daughter dance with you. Believe me, I really was caught up in a bad traffic jam. And by the time I got out, it was too late. I hope you will forgive me.
– Your Dad.
But I knew better. I didn’t need his words anymore. I had found the love and support I needed in Richard, Dylan, and my mom.
A middle-aged man lost in his thoughts | Source: Midjourney
As I sat on the porch, reading the letter, Richard came out and sat beside me. He didn’t say anything, just offered his silent support. I turned to him, my eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you for everything, Richard,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”
He smiled, his eyes gentle and warm. “Val, being a part of your life has been the greatest gift. I love you, and I’ll always be here for you.”
We sat there in comfortable silence, the weight of the past slowly lifting from my shoulders. I had finally found peace, not in the father I had always longed for, but in the family I had right beside me all along. For the first time in a long time, I felt whole.
A woman sitting with her stepdad on the porch | Source: Midjourney
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