I watched the movie Lying to be Perfect on Lifetime last night. It is based on the book The Cinderella Pact by Sarah Strohmeyer (which I have not read but is now on my to-read list). From the book blurb, I don’t think the movie went strictly by the book, so to speak, so my comments are only related to the movie at this time, I still hold out hope for the book.
I had been looking forward to this movie but found myself very disappointed. I believe the theme of the movie was supposed to be “Love and beleive in yourself no matter what your size.” But, I beleive it fell very short of that and the message it actually sent was, “Love and believe in yourself as long as you can lose large amounts of wieght in four months and turn out as hot as Poppy Montgomery”. I felt like fat women were portrayed as donut eating slobs, who only have to “make up their minds” to lose wieght and look better. And why, if women of all sizes are beautiful, didn’t they have a woman of size portray the character instead of the thin (and quite beautiful) Poppy Montgomery? Oh, wait, I know! Because there is no way for a REAL woman to look like Poppy did in a fat suit and lose wieght in four months and then suddenly look like she did at the end of the movie sans-fat suit.
Women are beautiful at any size, and the stereotypes the media, including fiction books and movies, fuels the unhealthy self-esteem issues of real women. I know women who are under what would be considered a healthy weight for their body type, yet the obsess constantly on whether or not they are fat.
I know about image issues first hand. I am a large woman. I am over 140 pounds over wieght. When I was in high school, I was not. I was maybe ten or fifteen pounds more than what would be considered normal. Yet when I looked in the mirror at 18, I saw the same thing I see now. I saw rolls of fat, huge breasts, enormous hips, a body no man would ever want. I felt so low I would cry myself to sleep because I was positive I was going to be an old maid who died alone because no one would ever love me.
When I look at the pictures of me then, I still want to cry. I cry for that beautiful young girl who had no idea how beautiful she was because she couldn’t fit the “norm” of society. I wonder at how her life might have been different if she had been able to see herself through the eyes I have now. I am not saying I don’t still have those moments of insecurity. Oh, trust me I do. Years of conditioning has taken it’s tole. But intellectually I can see things from a different angle now that I couldn’t at 18. I know I am beautiful just the way I am.
I know that there are many reasons to lose wieght, and health is at the top. I also know that losing wieght is not as easy as alot of people make it seem. I also know that to get a man to love you or so you can fit in to society are not reasons to lose wieght. Women come in every shape, size, color, age, and personality. And regardless of what society might have you beleive, men love women of every shape, size, color, age and personality. Alot of times people who would love us don’t see us because we work so hard to make ourselves invisible. Why? Because everything there is out there on TV and to read says we aren’t worth love.
Well, I know that isn’t true. I am standing up to say now, I know that you don’t have to be a perfect size 0 to be beautiful and worth loving. Actually who gets to decide the definition of “perfect”? I am fat (I don’t see it as a four-letter word–it is what it is), my hair is frizzy, I need some pretty extensive dental work, I have a loud mouth I rarely know when to shut, I can be way to chipper, I am a geek who spends more time writing, online, or with my nose in a book than anything else, I hate cleaning house, and my clothes are always wrinkled. I am whiney, goofy, bossy, air-headed, and sometimes I forget to believe I’m beautiful and that makes me even more whiney. But desipite all of these character traits, I know that there is someone out there who will love me just as I am.
So, I say ladies, stand up with me and say: I AM BEAUTIFUL AS I AM AND I’D RATHER NOT BE “PERFECT”!