I was on a plane yesterday and I bought a couple of magazines, including the new issue of OK with Ricki Lake on the cover. The headline is “Thin, 39, and Looking for a Man.” The article is called “How Ricki Stays Thin” and you can read it here. (Interestingly, she claimed that her weight was connected to being molested as a child.) She’s now down to a size 2/4 and 123 pounds.
I got lazy… I ate lots of junk. I was 18 and chubby and everyone thought I was cute, so in my head I thought, I’m this cute, fat girl!
This is as good as I get. I can’t be any smaller.
I always wanted [this body] and thought I would never, ever get there. To be in this film and be a normal size was really nice.
It’s not that I begrudge Ricki Lake losing weight (even though she’s only eating 1,200 calories a day, which seems tragically low to me); if she’s happy, then great. But the quotes about herself as a fat girl just make me sad; the fact that she felt she really needed to get as small as possible is sad to me. And I wish she were a little more body positive in talking about her weight loss.
I don’t know. I guess it’s like the Sara Rue thing. As irrational as it is, I feel a little sad about it. Another fat girl icon bites the dust.
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