As a closet comedy nerd, I make it my business to read any book by a woman currently making it as a comedy writer. Which is why I picked up Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (and other concerns).
It was pretty good. Laugh out loud awesome in parts. And I’m pretty sure if we met, we’d be BFFs (well, not really, but she seems like a funny girl I’d totally dig talking to).
But she thinks she’s fat. The word she most often uses is “chubby,” but fat is thrown out more than a few times.
And that? Pisses me off.
The Internet tells me she’s somewhere between 5’2 and 5’4.
Her book tells me she’s a size 8.
Those two numbers? Do not equal fat.
Healthy? Yes. Not afraid of the occasional ice cream sundae? God, I hope so. But definitely not fat.
I am 5’4. I think I look pretty damn smoking at a size 8. And since she was named one of People’s Most Beautiful People last year, it seems fairly obvious that she does too.
And yet, her fatness was a pervasive theme throughout her book.
It’s completely ridiculous. And kind of makes me want to punch her.
Mindy, we girls out here in the real world have plenty of people telling us we don’t measure up. As a smart, successful woman in Hollywood, have the balls to stand up for yourself and say, “I don’t need to be anorexic, bitches. I have more talent in my pinky finger than you do in your entire Barbie-wanna be bod.”
It’s okay to like food.
It’s okay to be able to stand outside on a windy day and not get blown over.
It’s pretty damn awesome to be a “normal” size.