Plum: I used to answer letters for a fashion magazine --
letters from girls all over the country.
Woman: Dear Kitty -- My boyfriend made me have sex when I didn't want to.
-Should I break up with him? -Woman: Dear Kitty --
What are these gross red bumps on my arms?
-How do I get rid of them? -Woman: Dear Kitty --
All the girls in your magazine are so skinny.
-Woman: Some girls are so lucky. -Woman: I never do dairy.
-Woman: When I masturbate... -Woman: I hate my eyes.
-Woman: I hate my skin. -Woman: I hate my voice.
Woman: Dear Kitty -- Sometimes I cut my breasts with a razor.
It hurts, but it feels good, too.
Woman: Dear Kitty -- Sometimes I just want to fight back,
but I'm not strong enough.
Woman: What he did to me should happen to him.
Woman: I'm ready to kill myself or maybe somebody else.
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Plum: That's me -- Alicia Kettle.
But everyone calls me Plum
because I'm succulent and round --
also known as fat.
[Horn honks in distance]
It's okay.
I'm allowed to say it.
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♪ We lay by a river ♪
♪ We looked at the stars ♪
♪ I said, "How tiny we are, girl ♪
-♪ How tiny we are" ♪ -Man: ...6:30 this morning,
when a girl jumped in front of the high-speed train.
Authorities have not yet released...
Plum: I'm telling you this from the future,
if you haven't gotten that yet.
But don't think this is one of those stories.
I'm still fat.
I still get the looks.
[Smooches, whistles]
Honey. [Smooches]
[Shutter clicks, man and woman laugh]
Ooh. Shake it there, sweet pants.
Like some people would prefer me dead.
[Engine revs]
When I look back, think of my life at that time,
it's like it was contained in a box, a diorama.
Everywhere I went was within a five-block radius --
apartment, café, my Waist Watchers meetings,
apartment, café, meetings.
[Woman laughs]
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The magazine I wrote for was called Daisy Chain.
The original intent
was all about inspiring great young women
to become great young wives.
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Steven: Oh, you're so retro with your newspaper every day
like my grandpa.
That's my artisanal skill -- reading on paper.
Oh. Rollo. Look. Somebody loves me.
Hey. Get your own dog.
I can barely keep myself alive.
Are you answering letters?
Yeah.
Hit me. Best one.
"Dear Kitty -- You're so pretty,
even though you look like a skinny wax Dracula.
Question -- Is it always wrong to have sex with your father?
Come on. Really?
No, not really. But it wouldn't surprise me.
My job was answering the letters
girls send to the editor at Daisy Chain --
-the editor being... -Kitty Montgomery,
editor for all the women's titles at Austen Media.
But it all started when I revamped Daisy Chain
and made it relevant.
Oh, and I don't look like a wax Dracula.
That's just envy speaking.
I know Plum thinks I'm a fool,
but I pay her to make me look smart.
Who's the fool in that equation?
Hey, can you work tomorrow?
I got to see the city guy about the liquor license.
Oh. I'm on my food plan.
Hey, you don't have to eat, just bake.
Oh, just smell the heroin, don't snort it.
I thought you needed extra money for your dumb surgery.
It's... I'm losing weight already.
This is just gonna speed things along.
That's all.
Well, I read it's pretty dangerous.
Oh, my God. Have you been talking to my mother?
I'm offering you extra work.
I'm trying to get booze up in here.
And your letter-writing thing pays crap.
My uncle said he might lower my rent.
Again? Pretty soon he's gonna be paying you to stay there.
I do water his plant.
I water the crap out of that plant.
Fine. I'll bake.
Be dazzled by my iron will.
You're the best.
"Thank you, Auntie Plum."
Aside from Steven and a few other people,
I'd learned to live deep inside myself.
My body was just a thing I used to move my head around.
So I missed a lot.
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[Siren wailing in distance]
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Woman: Good job. That's another pound this week.
My home scale said two and a half.
I know. My God.
A person can just look at a french fry
and put on water weight.
But you're making progress. That's what matters.
Uh, you do need to pick it up a bit.
You're still morbidly obese.
Because they changed the charts.
Let's table this for now, okay?
You're staying for the meeting, right?
We've got our one-on-one after.
Great.
Karen: I mean, I'm doing everything right.
I'm exercising.
That is not easy with the kids at home.
Mm-hmm.
I log every bite.
I mean, why won't the scale move?
Okay. Let's talk about that scale mentality.
It is very hard to just --
Oh. Sorry.
Oh, I hate the bus.
Oh, p-proceed. Sorry.
Oh!
Janice. First time.
I'm pumped.
Woman: Well, I was just telling Karen
that the scale is only one measure of our success.
I mean, she's doing this to look great naked.
I am. I have to look great naked.
And you're doing so good.
I want you all to appreciate
that Karen isn't giving up on herself.
Yeah, but she doesn't need to lose weight.
That's not what my husband thinks.
Oh, screw your husband.
Uh, Janice, we don't use profanity here.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Screw your husband.
Janice, I love your enthusiasm.
But, again, Karen wants to be comfortable in her body,
just like you came here
to be your best self.
Excuse me?
[Woman coughs]
Plum, why don't you tell Janice our philosophy?
Plum has been doing such good work.
Uh, people don't come to Waist Watchers
because they feel good about themselves.
They come because they're ready to feel good.
About themselves.
Are you kidding me?
'Cause I feel good.
Very.
I love myself.
Janice.
Oh. No.
Screw this ass-sucking crap.
I came here to get some help losing weight
because I have back problems, not because I hate my body.
Why don't we talk about this outs--
No. Don't.
Don't you touch me, wench.
I am a unicorn.
I am a goddess.
And...
I get more hot (no audio) than I can handle.
[Door opens, closes]
♪♪
[Women whispering]
♪♪
So sad, right?
So much denial.
♪♪
So sad.
[Down-tempo music plays]
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[Electricity crackles]
Looking good, Plum. Slow but steady loss.
And you still have seven weeks to practice good habits
before your surgery.
Any slips?
Just one.
Okay. Let's talk about that.
I had some SnackWell's.
Ten.
Mm. Ouch.
That must've felt bad.
You know, after your surgery,
if you eat more than this at a time,
you're gonna get sick.
Very -- My bypass clients, they say that it is torture.
I know. I think that since I won't be able to indulge
after the surgery --
But now is the time you've got to dig deep
and figure out why you felt the need to sabotage.
Plum, it's time to say goodbye to comfort food.
Food is fuel. That is all.
What were you feeling?
Hungry.
Angry at being hungry.
Good identifying. Okay.
Well, next time, tell that anger you're in control
and your thin person within wants out.
Okay.
[Chuckles]
Yeah. Thank you.
Mm.
Are you still taking the Y?
Yeah.
And how long have you been on that?
Since grad school. A while.
Oh, God, yeah. Yeah, that's so stressful.
You know, when I was getting my GED,
I gained like 25 pounds.
I loved school.
I kept getting degrees until they kind of kicked me out
and made me get a life -- such as it is.
Well, if you loved school,
then why did you decide to go on the Y?
Just...you said it -- stress.
Gosh. Yeah.
I would say that 90% of my people say that stress
is what makes them binge.
Well, that and loneliness, but everybody's lonely.
Gosh.
Well, being on the Y could be helpful.
Some patients get a little blue after surgery.
It can be hard to say goodbye to bad behaviors such as eating.
I've been feeling this intense nausea,
like I need to throw up.
Could that be related to my diet or the Y?
Are you taking it on an empty stomach?
My stomach's always empty, basically.
Yeah! Good for you.
But yeah, I mean, that could be the problem.
Or you could be having a little breakthrough anxiety.
No biggie.
Are you planning any follow-up surgeries --
thigh lift, skin removal?
Not right away.
I'm already putting a lot of the bypass on credit --
what insurance won't cover.
The whole thing is so expensive.
Well, I would save your pennies,
because I think you're gonna do great
and you're gonna have a lot of loose skin.
[Chuckles]
This one girl that I know,
she said she looked like a flying squirrel.
Like -- [Chirps, laughs]
Imagine.
[Screeches, laughs]
[Sighs]
[Indistinct conversations]
Are you following me?
What? S-Sorry. I couldn't hear you.
Are you following me?
[Music playing on headphones]
You have an amazing day.
You're capable of that.
Plum: So the girl was a weirdo,
but I was going to have an amazing day.
♪♪
After the surgery, when I was thin,
I wouldn't even be Plum.
My name would be Alicia.
♪♪
And I'd burst out of my sad diorama
into a big, sexy life.
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Next, we visit a community
rocked by the disappearance of two men,
both former military
and both held in high regard among their communities.
Both had served tours in Iraq and Afghanistan,
each doing their part to fight the war on terror.
[Cellphone buzzing]
They were last seen...
Hey, Mom.
Hello!
You picked up.
I did.
I'm about to head out.
That's a lie.
You good?
Really? You're leaving the house?
Mom. How's your shoulder?
[Exhales deeply] It's better.
I went bowling the other night.
That's good.
How are the fine ladies of the league?
Did you get that article I sent you?
[Horn honks in distance]
What are you doing? Are you eating?
Yeah. Sorry.
Good! You should eat.
That's what the article says.
Only one in one hundred people who do that stupid surgery --
Stop. I swear I'll hang up on you.
[Chuckles] I know you will.
I just wish you could be happy with what God gave you.
[Dog barks]
You have Grandma's body.
Grandma was fat.
Grandma was married.
She lived a good, full life. She knew who she was.
A fat wife.
Oh. Well, fine. You're in a mood.
Let's just talk about something else.
They canceled my program.
Oh, yeah? Which one?
"Scream Queens."
Plum: After my sad excuse for a meal,
I'd try to forget how hungry I was and sleep.
But my dreams took over.
♪♪
[Metal clangs]
[Squishing]
[Distorted voices, laughter]
Man: That's right. It pays to dig deep.
Ahh!
The sweet, delicate meat and the rich melted butter.
♪♪
Man: Fresh cut and fire-kissed perfection.
Man: Ohh. Ahh!
[Echoing] Unh-unh-unh.
It's not safe.
[Horn blares]
Plum: But my dreams were no comfort.
They were trying to wake me up.
Because across the country, a war was starting.
[Tape ripping, man grunting]
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[Tires screech]
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[Zipper closes, door opens]
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[Tires screech, horn blares]
♪♪
[Tires screech]
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