It’s approaching midnight and here I sit in my apartment on my comfortable brown leather couch, sipping peach herbal tea and catching up on emails and saved DVR programs. Flipping through television shows, I find myself appalled by comments I’m hearing on various entertainment “news” programs about a particular celebrity’s body. These kinds of negative body judgments are nothing new. I see and hear them all the time on entertainment programming, in tabloids, on celebrity websites, on the radio. You can’t walk down the street without reading something nasty about someone’s body… particularly pertaining to weight.
- Extra! Extra! Kirstie Alley is fat. Cheers!
- Read all about it! Oprah Winfrey gained all her weight back… again. O!
- Here ye! Here ye! Carnie Wilson has gastric bypass surgery… again. Hold on!
- Listen up! Christina Aguilera has really plumped up. Guess that genie won’t fit into her bottle anymore!
And these unwanted critiques aren’t anything new.
- News flash! Elvis Presley put on a hunk of burning love. Let me be your teddy bear!
As a woman, I find it sad that anyone would judge someone based upon their appearance. As a woman who has struggled (and still struggles) with her weight, I find the pressure to live up to these expectations daunting. As a huge Elvis fan, I find it outrageous that anyone would criticize the King of Rock’s waist line.
But let’s get real. It’s Hollywood. We’re only talking about famous people here. Who cares, right? They ask for this criticism. They crave this attention. They need this publicity.
But the truth is, it spills into real life. Just like everything else in Hollywood, it invades our space. It slowly comes into our lives — poking and prodding, making us feel less than okay.
- I want to go on Dancing with the Stars and foxtrot the pounds away like Kirstie Alley did.
- I want a man like Stedman, who has loved Oprah through — literally — the thick and thin.
- I want gastric bypass surgery like Carnie Wilson — some kind of instant fix, quick miracle.
- I want Christina’s pipes, so even if I gain weight or make hideous fashion choices, I can just sing my way out of it.
Why does Hollywood have this power over us? Why do we listen?
Well, tonight I got all stirred up over this issue again because, while channel surfing, I stumbled upon TMZ, the “fair and balanced” of entertainment news. And they were making fun of Jessica Simpson’s body. You know, that body that is super cute and also nine months pregnant? Yep, that one. Apparently, this soon-to-be mom is fat.
Negative comments on Jessica’s body are everywhere. I’ve seen them on Twitter, Facebook, People magazine, E! Online, and in posts and comments from friends. I’ve heard it all: she’s fat; she’s disgusting; she’s gross; she’s huge.
My mind can’t believe what I’m hearing.
My heart can’t believe what I’m feeling.
I’m not a huge Jessica Simpson fan. Haven’t always agreed with her choices in life or her career. Personally think she’s a scream-singer, which hurts my ears. But, I do love her shoe line. And anyone that crosses the creative genius behind my favorite shoes crosses me.
The truth is, Jessica Simpson is beautiful. She is talented. She is in love. She is funny. She does not seem to be a fame whore. She is a smart businesswoman (and billionaire!). And she is human.
This picture of Jessica and her boyfriend running through the rain was posted online recently, followed by a swarm of negative comments about her weight. Funny thing — when I saw this picture, I thought it was the cutest thing ever.
So, Jessica, hang in there. You are beautiful. You are bringing a beautiful life into the world. Your relationship with your boyfriend seems sweet and real. And your shoes, well, they’re clearly fabulous.
As for me, I’ll never be Jessica Simpson, pre-, during-, or post-pregnancy weight. And I shouldn’t be made to feel bad about it — by Hollywood or anyone else. This hang-up with weight has simply got to stop. Yes, I want to be healthy. Yes, I believe we should strive toward healthy weight ranges. But, LeAnn Rimes is not a healthy weight — no matter how many times she tweets it.
It’s time to get real. More fresh green vegetables, less negative comments on the size of our thighs. More nature hikes with friends, less comparing ourselves to airbrushed celebrity photos. More Psalm 139:14, less TMZ.