The Oscars, My Mother, My Body

Growing up, my mother and I always watched the Academy Awards together. We both loved movies and adored the fashions. Before Joan and Melissa Rivers, there was Mom and me.

We loved Academy Awards night. However, the difference between Mom and me was that for a few hours each year, she focused on movie stars and what they wore. For me, that’s all I focused on – famous people, how they looked, how thin they were and of course, what they ate.

For years, Mom and I lived alone together. Often, we’d read side-by-side; she re-reading Proust; me studying People magazine.

My mother was a brilliant musician and piano teacher. Students traveled from far and wide to study with her. She had many and diverse interests and loved to try new things and explore.

Outside of the antics of celebrities, I only cared about weight, food and my body. My eating disorder made me less than a fully formed woman. It held me back. I dropped out of college five times, because I couldn’t stop eating and live a life. Sophomore year, I gained 70 pounds in six months. I paid no attention to classes or classmates and have very few fond memories of my time at any of the universities I attended.

My sister and brother always lived life to the fullest. Both married and had children. Both enjoyed lots of different activities and hobbies. They traveled, took classes, joined political organizations, etc.

I just ate. Or didn’t eat. Took laxatives. Threw up. Weighed myself. Binged.

My eating disorder took many years of my life that I can’t get back, but I do have right now, and right now is very different.

Tonight, when I sit down to watch the Oscars — well frankly, I will probably get bored.

2 thoughts on “The Oscars, My Mother, My Body

  1. I found a diary I kept when my son was little. Apart from the little day to day events, there was a lot of writing about how much I hated my body. It was actually quite sad to read. The great thing though is that I don’t feel like that these days – not ever.


  2. i had a diary filled with self-hatred – what i ate, what i wished i could eat if i weren’t desperate to be skinny and what i weighed. all followed by the words, “fat pig”. evidently, that was my nickname for myself

    Isn’t it wonderful to be in a completely different place today!!! Yay. Hooray!!! šŸ™‚


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s