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Hard pass.
By Liza Walter — Written on Feb 10, 2018
I’ve always enjoyed Amy Schumer’s comedy because she makes fun of herself, like I do. She doesn’t take herself seriously, like I don’t. She’s pro-all the things I’m pro and anti-all the things I’m anti … so yeah, I was an Amy fan for sure.
Of course, I was beyond excited to see that a new trailer dropped for a movie called I Feel Pretty starring Ms. Schumer. That is, until I watched it.
In fact, I had to watch it several times because I thought maybe, just maybe, I had perceived it incorrectly.
Then I went to Twitter and realized I was wasn't alone. Us chubby, fat folk are not thrilled with the premise of the movie.
According to Wikipedia’s plot synopsis for I Feel Pretty: "Renee Barrett, an ordinary woman who struggles with feelings of insecurity and inadequacy on a daily basis, wakes up from a fall believing she is the most beautiful and capable woman in the world. With this newfound confidence she is empowered to live her life fearlessly and flawlessly.”
This would be awesome except one problem, Amy Schumer is nearly flawless. And I use the word nearly because no one in this world is perfect (except maybe Beyonce).
How — as a truly obese woman who feels ugly 99% of the time — am I supposed to accept a reality in which Schumer is like me?
The real Amy is 5’7” and in 2015, told Ryan Seacrest that she weighs “a buck fifty.”
Please see below photo calculated by the BMI Calculator—notice the word NORMAL in green.
She is completely normal.
In other words, THIS IS A FALSE PREMISE OF A NORMAL WOMAN PRANCING AROUND LIKE SHE’S ME, CLOSE TO DOUBLE HER SIZE (and much shorter—I’m closer to a Hobbit) AND MAKING MONEY OFF THE INSECURITIES OF WOMEN ALL OVER.
In the trailer (below), Amy’s character Renee says, “Let’s be honest for a minute. It’s what’s on the inside that matters. Women know deep down it’s what’s on the outside that the whole world judges.”
Dear Amy,
Let’s be honest for a minute. You are not fat. You are not an ugly duckling. You are beautiful on the inside and outside so no matter how people judge you, you still win.
It’s people like me who can’t fit inside a booth at a restaurant that her son is dying to go to.
It’s people like me who can’t fit inside the ridiculously designed tiny train seats during the Christmas holiday parade but pushed her way through for the sake of her son and wound up with a bruise on her thigh because the metal prison bars were not slapped with butter—you know, to make it easy for me to slide my fat ass out.
It’s people like me who suffer from disordered eating, depression, and suicidal ideation because they, and I, feel that no matter what we do, the world will never accept us because of how we look to them.
I’m not saying you can’t make a movie because us fat chicks might have our fee-fees hurt. All I’m asking is that you, as an advocate for everything that’s right in this world, try to be a little more sensitive about body image.
Signed,
Fat Liza