Perfect Bod Celebrity turned normal – the entire world freaks!
Simpson then and now: Daisy-duke dream girl turns beautiful woman.
Google her name "Jessica Simpson" to find 300+ fat stories leading the way. Classy headline examples include;
Jessica Simpson: This Is How She Rolls
Jessica Simpson's jeans of terror
Jessica Simpson packs it in for Tony Romo
Here's the deal. The girl had no where to go but up. She was screwed. When one is born with such good genes and a killer bod like Simpson, it's only a matter of time that some aesthetic change will occur – and anything looks fat next to then her pose in daisy-dukes.
And the world is fricken mean.
The media is relentless.
They will not stop until she gives, diets, and shows up in a few months slimmer and trimmer to prove her worth. It doesn't matter how many people say she looks great. It doesn't matter if she thinks she looks great, the pressure is too immense. Can you even imagine being under this kind of scrutiny?
I recall a personal story, which I know many of you with ED's will relate to. I was 17, an anorexic waif returning from Paris, going back to High School to finish up my senior year (yes it was hell, but thank god my parents made me do it), and the judgments were rampant. My class had graduated, I was in with the younger class, and of course everyone knew I was the "Paris Model." I wanted to hide because I didn't want to be that girl anymore because I couldn't live up to their expectations.
As I worked my ass off to get healthy, trying to get my head screwed back on straight, I gained weight to be at a normal weight – others noticed alright.
And they were mean.
Girls are relentless.
"She's the model?" they whispered behind my back.
"She's not that pretty" others stabbed.
I even remember going to a party years later and running into this snobby makeup artist that I never liked anyway because she was a total fake. She took one look at me and said, in front of a room full of people;
"Oh, Heather – I remember meeting you when you were so fat! I was thinking- she is the Paris model?!"
What was I supposed to do with that?
I should have pounded her, but the truth is I felt like shit.
I pile of shit that had worked years to be deprogrammed from the psycho modeling world only to be demeaned again and again by our society.
The point of the story today is;
You can not win ladies.
You absolutely can not win.
The question of the day is:
Who are you living for?
What are you doing to impress others?
Is it working for you?