Oprah got me. She seduced me. Her words, the rhythm, the soothing tones.
I felt the surge of empowerment and everlasting change.
But just as I was being swept up by her promises, I woke up out of my reverie. Before I knew it, I was throwing my remote across the room, *thankfully* just missing the TV.
I rewound the Oprah Weight Watcher commercial and listened to her words and now I am pissed. You should be too. She is selling us a fantasy.
Each weight loss quest gives us hope. We feel ⎯ this time for sure. As we make our rigid food lists of "eat this not that", our minds may feel clearer. Safer. The start of a diet engages our minds in a seductive fantasy of a new day involving happiness, acceptance, and peace.
Oprah speaks about fellow fat women as the target for her campaign because, paraphrasing here: fat women cannot be enough and true to themselves until there is less of them. I disagree: you are enough today, just as you are and at your current weight.
Here's a dose of reality.
And, the rest of the post.