Oprah’s whole shtick, pretty much, is pretending to be a regular woman even though she is a billionaire; it’s why her show has gotten particularly hilarious lately now that the economy’s falling apart and she acts like she’s all concerned about her budget. But, as The Frisky pointed out quite nicely today, the one facet of her persona that actually rings true is her struggle with her weight. It’s the one challenge Oprah can’t buy her way out of. Even if she hires an organic vegan chef, she can decide she wants a pail of cheese grits and fire him. She can hire the ass-kickingest trainer on the planet, but if that trainer tells Oprah to switch out the five-pound weights for the tens, she can just refuse to do it. As much as I can say that I wouldn’t have a problem if I could afford to hire people to keep me on track, it evidently isn’t true, because if Oprah can’t get on top of her disordered eating, probably no one can.
So maybe Oprah shouldn’t have set herself up as the exemplar of living one’s best life? I’m just saying.
Anyway, I sincerely wish Oprah the best of luck in taking back control over her weight, because it’s really goddamn hard. But this is a bad way to start:
You guys, how Photoshopped is the Oprah on the left? Her belly was never that flat. Frankly, I watched the show last week; I think the Oprah on the right has been slimmed down a little too. And given how many times she’s had bra-fitting episodes, I seriously don’t know how she is STILL wearing the wrong size.