Jennifer Love Hewitt has gone through a tremendous amount of shit in the past couple of years–after daring to appear in a bikini with a fabulous body that was, nonetheless, less-than-Hollywood perfect, she was soundly mocked and ridiculed and called fat. She defended herself, said she was happy with her curvy body and proud and felt beautiful, told the haters to shut up and the curvy girls to stay gorgeous, and then suddenly she bowed to the pressure and lost a shit-ton of weight from that body she was so proud and happy of, and was showing up in tabloids going “I FEEL SO FABULOUS AND THIN NOW!”
And now she’s back on the cover of Us magazine (looking nothing at all like herself–who is this person, and what has she done with Jennifer Love Hewitt’s face?) because she’s struggling again–apparently she’s called off her wedding, is very sad, and the part that got me, is apparently incredibly insecure about her body:
Hewitt — who was famously mocked in 2007 when photos surfaced of her looking particularly curvy in a bikini — also struggled with insecurity issues.
Said Wick, “She would try on clothes over clothes. She would not have lights on or mirrors in the dressing room. It’s sad because she had a beautiful body.”
Two things: Will Jennifer Love Hewitt’s obituary include the Story of the Bikini? And secondly, I have always thought I understood how horrible it truly must be to be immersed in the Hollywood culture and have not only demands placed on your body, but criticism heaped upon it daily, all over the media. But I don’t think I ever really thought about the kind of lasting effect it could have on you, to endure something like the firestorm that erupted over the size of her ass. Call her a hypocrite, sure, for saying she was happy with her body and then spinning around and dropping some pounds, but I am not sure I could have withstood that kind of pressure and hate and derision spewing my way, either.
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