ROCK ON GOLD DRESS WOMAN
April 18, 2018
Written by Catherine Alcorn
Hey guys! Long time, no speak.
I’m on an international contract and something yuck happened on Tuesday.
I had a girls night with one of the other female performers on the bill. After cocktails, dinner and dancing, we ended up at a piano bar. A much needed night out that neither of us Mums had enjoyed for a while! It was such fun.
At the end of the evening, an audience member pulled me aside and said ‘can I tell you something?’.
I said yes.
She said ‘Don’t wear your gold dress anymore. My friend and I saw you tonight and you look 20 pounds lighter than in your show the other evening’.
This is me in the dress at 5 months pregnant.
I rocked it then and I rock it now.
In the past, I would have cried. No doubt. But I’ve worked hard with my kinesiologist to break this belief cycle.
You see I’ve been teased about being ‘fat’ since I was four years old. It’s nothing new. I never knew what 'fat' was until some girls in Primary school decided to label me. Since then, there hasn't been a day I've not thought about my weight.
Instead, I listened to her and explained that I don't care about what I look like. It's about the person I am. I also listened as she explained she had just become divorced after 40 years and we chatted some more. It was clear she had her own stuff going on and this was a lesson in projection.
She went on to apologise and said "I shouldn't have said anything..." It ended ok and I did what I could to make her feel comfortable.
She meant well. She wasn’t nasty. In fact she was lovely and premised the chat with ‘sister to sister, honey...’. which I always appreciate. Us Sisters have to look after each other.
It's the subject that made me sad.
Instead of seeing me and thinking ‘Hey! There’s that artist from the other night whose show we enjoyed so much. Let’s go tell her’, those ladies chose to focus on my appearance and comment on that instead.
Thing is, in my 36th year I actually feel more confident and beautiful than ever. The way I look has become less of a priority because my body is miraculous and has given birth to a beautiful baby. It’s also my instrument. I worship it. I'm not saying I don't take pride in my appearance or care about my health, it's just that the negative noises in my mind are dissipating, AT LAST. I feel relieved.
I feel FREE!
It was obviously hard for her to fathom that I could be happy in this body despite not being a size 8, however.
And is every size 8 woman happy? And on and on it goes...
Until now, I have always blamed my lack of achievements on my size 12-14 body. My fear of not ‘fitting the mould’. But there is no mould! We were all born differently and our uniqueness should be celebrated.
Showbiz is as unforgiving as it gets, folks. The constant rejection. The judgement. The pressure. The rollercoaster. I've battled with it for years.
Society has created this unrealistic idea of what we should be. Our obsession of it is destroying our joy.
Maybe it’s Maybelline? Maybe it’s bullshit.
Teddy Roosevelt said it best. “Comparison is the thief of joy”. BOOM! After reading that quote I had a massive lightbulb moment and have felt lighter ever since.
Agents, boyfriends, even my own colleagues, have contributed to this insidious cycle. ‘How much weight can you lose between now and your audition next week?’ or ‘if you lose 5kgs you could be really hot’ or 'Tracey in Hairspray would be a really good role for you" and, most recently, being referred to as an elephant behind my back by a long time colleague. Devastating and deeply damaging.
If I'm not the right physical fit for a role, don't submit me. Save us all the anguish! Don't send me in to be cast as a 16 year old girl. I didn't look 16 even when I WAS 16! I've always had hips and boobs. That's just how I'm built and THAT'S OK.
What's more devastating is that when I look back at myself in photos and I was never big. Sure, I was bigger than some of my friends, but we're all different. I was never fat, yet that somehow became my story because people judged me. To think I've wasted so much of my life scrutinising myself and worrying about how I look. Feeling that I wasn't an equal because I wasn't the same size as the other girls.
Sure, after childbirth I need to regain my fitness, mostly for my work and to set a good example for my son, and that will come in time, but my shape has always been curvy and voluptuous, and for the first time in my life, I LOVE IT. I don’t feel pressure to look like those girls in the magazines. Or to be thinner because I’ll fail if I'm not.
My brother told me something that changed my life. 'It doesn't matter what you look like." He's right.
One of the guys in the BB Kings Blues band here in the venue told me I was beautiful and ‘thick in all the right places’ the other night (which cracked me up) and it's true! Many cultures celebrate fuller figured women. I wish ours did. It could have saved me 32 years of bullying, nasty comments and feeling insecure.
The pressure is ridiculous and I call #timesup on it too.
LIFE IS TOO SHORT.
All of this just makes me think about our babies, and for mine the cycle of judgement stops here.
Health, love, empathy and positivity is what we are invested in.
I came across that quote about two years ago and it resonated so deeply, I now live by this every day.
Happy day to you all and sending love.
PHOTO BY Darren Daly