Demi Moore is talking about her body but not her face in the new issue of UK Elle. Now 47 and looking, really, better than ever, Demi claims that she’s finally happy with her body because she finally stopped caring. She was fixated on fitness at one point but now... get ready for it... ugh...

She’s “let go”. And it is so “freeing”.

Demi and Jennifer Aniston must share a therapist and read the same Chicken Soup books.

“I had an extreme obsession with my body. I made it a measure of my own value. I tried to dominate it, which I did, and I changed it multiple times over. But it never lasted and ultimately it didn't bring me anything but temporary happiness. Does being thin resolve anything? No. The irony is that when I abandoned that desire to dominate my body, it actually became the body that I'd always wanted. But it only happened when I stopped trying to control it. At the end of the day, this kind of obsession is pointless and meaningless.”

Goddamn she’s a preachy bitch these days. How fun is it to be around Demi Moore?

As for all those suggestions that there’s been surgery involved, Demi does concede that she’s had work, but definitely not above the shoulders. And she resents that you keep thinking that she’s not totally natural in the face:

“I have had something done but it's not on my face. It feels like school-yard name-calling a lot of the time. It hurts. You know what? Maybe one day I'll go under the knife. It just irritates me that people are constantly saying how much I've spent on plastic surgery.”

Yeah well it irritates me how coy she has to be about what exactly she’s had done. If you want to deny it so vehemently, then be specific. And if you can’t be specific then roll with the inevitability that we’re going to fill in the blanks for you.

Now go wear your red string and blowhard about saving the world and not trifling with the superficial while your husband makes movies called F-ck Buddies and invests in TEEN GIRL GOSSIP BLOGS.

This is what happens when celebrities go unchallenged every day of their lives. They forget to make sense.