NO.0NE.BUT.ME

Looking through Old Poems and Fashion Magazines, My head filled with Inspiration of soon to be fulfilled Dreams.

Only the Stars Know my Secrets..

‘Did I look thin?’
‘I thought you looked like a normal, healthy woman.’
Normal. Healthy. Woman.
My mother told me a long time ago that ‘healthy’ was a euphemism for ‘fat.’ She’d say to me, ‘Don’t you just hate it when you see someone at the supermarket and they tell you, “You look healthy”? They clearly are just trying to tell you that they think you look fat.’ She’d tell me how she’d handle the backhand compliment, all the while ignoring their attempt to be insulting. After all, it’s in the way an insult is received that makes it an insult. You can’t really give offense unless someone takes it.
All of the words Ann used were euphemisms for fat. Normal just meant that I was fat. Since when did anyone ever go to the doctor and feel good about being in the weight range that’s considered normal? A normal size for women in this country is a size 12. Models aren’t ‘normal’. Actresses aren’t ‘normal’. She may as well have told me that I’d just embarrassed myself in front of 15 million people. If she didn’t want me to think that, she would’ve used worlds like ‘overworked’ instead of ‘healthy’, and ‘girl’ instead of ‘woman’. How could the image of a woman, with her big voluptuous hips and round thighs and big, heavy breasts be applied to me if I was the skinny, straight-up-and-down, shapeless girl that I was starving myself to be?
Message received loud and clear, friend.
You can’t give offense unless somebody takes it.

—Portia de Rossi - Unbearable Lightness (Pages 80-81)

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1st Runway Show Music.. Humm, Maybe.

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