Last night I saw Chef, the latest film from Jon Favreau. I enjoy both his acting and directing work, and who doesn’t love a movie about food, family, and redemption?
I’m embarrassed to say that the only negative thought that crossed my mind when I entered the theater was that I would have see Modern Family’s Sophia Vergara on the big screen and thus be subject to a typical Good-God-I’ll-Never-Look-Like-That shame spiral.
I’m proud to say I checked that thought with “Yep, she’s super hot …and funny and charming and so on. But I don’t need to look like her because I’m not her, I’m me. I should appreciate both her beauty and talent as I do my own.”
Food for thought: I wonder if as women we shouldn’t be more intentional about adopting such supportive, accepting thought patterns/behaviors. I know that because I consciously checked my insecurity train, I enjoyed the film and SV, and walked out not jaded but joyful. I think much of our nastiness toward ourselves and each other stems from a past of fighting for men (read: food, income, other forms of livelihood that societal and economic norms equated with male purchase and ownership of one woman), but since that is the past for many if not most western women, shouldn’t we see that pathology for what it is–a way to keep us enemies rather than sisters? If we view ourselves as allies, there is no reason to feel jealousy or resentment; rather, we can cheer each other on and raise each other up.