“Queen Sized” on Lifetime.
Ok, so I’m sitting here watching “Queen Sized” on Lifetime…a story about a fat girl running for homecoming queen. It’s a great story, where I’m sure the underdog ends up winning and becoming the ultimate victor. All fine and dandy, as I have a story like that of my own. Here’s my beef with the story: everytime this girl gets stressed out, she immediately runs to food. There’s a scene where she seeks solace in her hidden stash of cupcakes in her bedroom desk drawer. Or another where she finds herself overhwhelmed by the homecoming court competition, so she ultimately runs home, flings open the freezer door, and collapses on the kitchen floor, with the tub of mint chocolate chip in tow.
Is it just me, or is this just a bit excessive? I know networks have to exaggerate these stories for dramatic effect, and of course, ratings. But, isn’t it all just a tad un-realistic? Maybe I’m on my own here, but when I get stressed out I yell, I cry….if it’s warranted, I throw things. But I don’t run to food. I never had. I got fat by simply eating too much too often…and eating all the wrong kinds of foods to boot.
Obesity isn’t a cookie cutter epidemic. We don’t all fit into this same mold that was portrayed in this movie. Sure, I guess there are people out there that do make ice cream their “go to” when times get tough…but that doesn’t hold true for everybody. Some of us just like food a little too much. Plain and simple. Of course, this is the media…and they love to personify stereotypes the best they can.
I’m disappointed in you Lifetime.
**I was homecoming queen my senior year of high school, and it was awesome. I’m sure there were some who taunted me, and hoped that I didn’t win. But I did. I had a great group of friends, and support from a great deal of the class as a whole. (Ok, so my nickname in high school was Big Red..but I’ll let the secret out now. I came up with that name years before high school.) It was a great experience, and to feel the teeth of that tiara being placed ever so gracefully upon my head…AND NOT THE HEAD CHEERLEADER…it was great!**
(I have a picture, but this damned site isn’t letting me post it now. Boo.)
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Yes, it might be a little made up but I am one that will eat junk to comfort myself when things get rough ! I don’t even know why it happens but it is like the druggie taking drugs to comfort their issues or an alcoholic the same thing applies ! I am in no way upset with you for saying that because you just have never dealt with your emotions in this manner ! You should be happy that you don’t ! There are better ways of dealing with the issues but sometimes I still do it ! I am very happy that you were chosen prom queen, it really makes you believe that anything can happen even if you’re overweight ! Thank you for sharing your beautiful story !Hugs, Kimmi
A whole carton of ice cream tastes sooo good when the rest of your life tastes like s—. And I really think some people take comfort in the “oh my God that tastes good” feeling they get from certain foods. Just like some people have a sharper sense of smell than others, I think I have a keener sense of taste. I must have. Why else would I go into a zen state over the mere thought of a nice piece of homemade chocolate cream pie…and my husband will take a bite or two and say, “not bad, but I’m not hungry right now” ? I wish I wasn’t this way, but it’s a fact, and I have to fight it every time something doesn’t go my way. We all do things to comfort ourselves, some shop, some drink, some use sex or drugs, I wonder why?
It’s Lifetime. As a man I already knew they go overboard. For the record, I’m a man and I’ve never beat, humiliated, tormented, etc, etc a woman.
Television will never capture the reality of over eating. It’s an emotional thing.
My downfall is that I usually punish myself by cutting back until I reach the point of collapse. Then binge, binge, binge with my metabolism in the cr****r.