Brooke Shields was called a ‘fat-a..’ and mocked for her appearance – but her husband Chris delivers a perfect response for the haters… check the comments👇

Brooke Shields is perhaps one of the most iconic actresses of her generation. She is considered a great beauty by all her fans. However, now she is opening up about some of the unfair criticism the actress has faced in her life.

Keep reading to learn more about what the actress went through in her life…

Brooke Shields is one of the world’s most successful supermodels. She has made a name for herself both on the runway and on movie screens because of her immense talent and beauty.

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The 57-year-old beauty icon however has had her fair share of detractors who tried to take away from her success. Now the actress is opening up about her relationship with her mother Teri who was her manager since Shields had been a child.

Her mother was her first critic. The actress recalls, “My mother would get drunk and say: ‘Why don’t you move your fat ass?’ So, I’ve always believed I had a fat ass.” She experienced body-shaming from her own mother which skewed how she viewed herself.

In 2012, her mother passed away after a lifelong battle with alcoholism. But her remarks about Shields left an impact on the actress that was hard to shake. It took years to repair the damage that was done.

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In the end, it was her husband of 17 years Chris Henchy, a screen-writer who made the actress accept her body for what it was and made her see her own beauty.

She shared, “I would walk backwards out of rooms, and he’d say: ‘No, I want to grab onto you,’” Shields said. “He really celebrated my womanliness and my body. And I needed a man to celebrate me.”

She was previously married to Andre Agassi from 1997 to 1999. She broke into Hollywood as a teenage actress but it was her iconic Calvin Klein jeans ad, shot by Richard Avedon in 1980 that made her into the icon she is today.

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While the actress was always considered beautiful by the masses, she shares how there would always be criticism about her. She said, “I modeled swimwear when I was 15, and even then I didn’t think I had a swimsuit body.” “I was a cover girl, not a supermodel. I was ‘neck up’ — the face, the eyebrows — and I was always described as ‘athletic’; ‘not rail-thin’; ‘not a runway model.’ Those messages, they seep into your consciousness,” the actress finished.

A few years ago, she did another swimsuit campaign and teamed up with Calvin Klein for a campaign yet again. She said she dedicated to the role and made sure she looked her best. “I knew that if I didn’t look my best, I’d be embarrassed and mad at myself. I stopped drinking beer and wine, and I worked out three times a week. I was the best version of myself,” she said, adding, “I was also hungry.”

It is so surprising to see that even a greaty beauty like Brooke Shields was no stranger to insecurities. While the world considered her beautiful, her own mother and other detractors tried to make her feel less than.

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It is heartening to see that her husband countered her beliefs and reminded her of how beautiful she is; helping her accept her body for what it was.

Recently, the actress has opened about a sexual assault that she went through more than 30 years ago. In a recent interview with People, Shields revealed she was assaulted by a Hollywood executive shortly after graduating from Princeton University.

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