I feel sorry for Oprah.
She’s been successful beyond belief. She is respected and has a popular talk show. She practically rejuvenated the book industry when she started her book club in the 1990s. She has the money and influence to do anything she wants to, including opening two schools for poor children in South Africa. (Imagine what she could do if she got behind the child passenger safety cause … )
So much to be envious of … and yet, right now I feel sorry for her.
Oprah has had problems with her weight, just like many other Americans (including myself). She’s had periods of weight loss success mixed with periods of less success. I know exactly how it feels, and the kind of thoughts that can race through your head in quick succession when you’ve gained weight.
“I hope no one notices ….”
” … How can they not notice? …”
” … Everyone’s looking at me …”
” … Who cares what they think anyway? Screw ’em. I’m just fine … ”
” … Oh God, I’m so fat! … ”
I can’t imagine going through the ups and downs of weight loss with millions of people watching. And having any failures plastered all over the tabloids, all over the internet, replayed on the entertainment shows on TV. “Reporters” scrutinizing every outfit, searching for signs of weight gain. Ignoring the fact that someone truly can be healthy and in shape without being thin.
(And really? I’ve always thought she was beautiful no matter what her weight.)