Vegan. I’m kinda liking this vegan things for a week. I feel a lot “lighter”…like my stomach doesn’t feel so heavy and my body lethargic after I eat. This is a good thing. And it’s stopped the mindless eating. Woohoo! But I miss my real chocolate…cause I hate carob. And my chocolate has milk something or other in it…boo…
Day 3 complete! All with all reheated things from the first two days! Sorry! Tomorrow will be a new start to vegan meals/foods!
I know, so exciting right? I think you’ll find the following book exert more interesting anyhow…
[[Side Note: Celebrity Body Loathing
As my Muffin’d Love post confirmed, I’m a bit nervous about having to wear my bikini when I got Kauai in May. But along with simple insecurities I’m being bombarded with things like Victoria Secret’s Catalogs with these models plastered all over them…showing off bodies that I secretly wish I had.
I’m in the mist of rereading several of Geneen Roth’s book but also another book that I found that I loved from the day I picked it up: Life Doesn’t Begin 5 Pounds from Now by Jessica Weiner. I think I’ve written about her once before but can’t recall. Alas, her book talks about the behind the meanings of fat talk. I love how she divides the book by different quotes we might use and what they mean.
One in particular caught my eye and has stuck with me the past few days, and as I went to counseling today (much needed too!), “I’d be so happy if I looked like a celebrity!” I wanted to share an exert from that chapter that I think is very important…it reminds me of the Dove Transformation commercial.
She Doesn’t Even Look Like Her!
Until about ten years ago I always thought “the media” was some giant dark force out there that just miraculously delivered the images I saw. The notion that we are all responsible for the media was born when I was a guest at a celebrity photo shoot for a brand-new women’s magazine. It was here that my veils of ignorance were lifted.
The woman gracing the cover was famous for her body and the tune she could carry. In that order. I had seen her body on the cover of so many magazines and blown up on billboards that when I saw her in person I hardly recognized her. She was much shorter than I had imagined. The first veil was lifted: When you view someone fifty feet above ground on a billboard or blown up on a movie screen, they appear so much larger than in real life.
Duh, makes sense.
I watched her as she went to hair and makeup. She had four people working on her at one time: Two for hair, two for makeup. Then I watched as the photographer directed his crew to hang lights. Ten people were on hand to set the lighting up so that you would think the glow across her cheeks was just a natural sparkle. I walked over to wardrobe and eyed the pair of shorts she was going to wear. A pair of leather shorts had been made for her, cut and sewn specifically to her measurements. Veil number two: the clothing that we see on models and actors in magazines is almost always designed for them or tailored to fit their bodies perfectly.
Our cover model came out of hair and makeup and already looked like a goddess, and a very different version of the woman who had walked in the door a few hours earlier. Veil number three: The right hair and makeup can be much better than plastic surgery!
She changed into those shrunken leather shorts, which was when we encountered our first tragedy of the day. The shorts didn’t fit. Apparently our model had eaten something in between the time time of her fitting and her shoot. Some genius assistant had an idea to cut open a slit in the back of her shorts so her rear end could hang out a bit and the shorts could be moved over her hips. Veil number four: Humiliating things happen even to gorgeous celebrities.
Once the shorts were snugly in place over her hips, the photographer gave her his first set of directions: “Suck in your stomach, tight, tight, tighter.” Veil number five: It doesn’t matter that you are an already slim celebrity – you will still be ordered to suck in your stomach.
The photographers still wasn’t happy, so he ordered another two assistants to go and tape her back with duct tape. Yes, you read that correctly. Two men used duct tape to tape the “back fat” (I call it skin) that she supposedly had, so that it would create a deeper indent around her waist when he shot her head-on. “I want you to look superb,” he announced. Veil number six: Sometimes celebrities don’t have the power to call all the shots.
So that makes four people who did her makeup and hair, one who cut the slit in her shorts, two who taped her “back fat” together, ten who hung the lights, one photographer and three assistants – a grand total of twenty-one people who put this look together. And you plop down $4.95 for the magazine and wonder why you don’t look like her? She doesn’t even look like her! Veil number seven: What you purchase on the cover of magazines are manufactured images. Not real.
Once those veils were gone, it allowed me to feel more empowered with my decisions about what I purchase, and most important, about how I let the things I purchase affect me. I was a willing partner in that transaction. So are you. You can choose to give your power away to everything you see, or you can choose to really see the truth behind the imagery.
What do you think? Crazy huh?
Makes me second guess that ad I wanted to secretly look like… ]]