Star Jones can kiss my big ass.
Hey, guess what? I’m back at work. Woo.
I’m very happy to be using my brain again during the day instead of drooling at my television. And Celestia hasn’t even gotten on my nerves yet, though I fully expect that to happen before the end of the day today, because she’s back to having the snotty look on her face all day and only talking to me when she has to (and I have no problem with that).
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In what might be the most shocking revelation since Lance Bass came out of the closet, Star Jones has admitted that she had gastric bypass surgery.
WOW. Really?!
Everyone knew what she did, and she denied it -Â only admitting that she had a “medical intervention”. I resent her not admitting to it, like it was something to be ashamed of.
I understand the shame and secrecy that comes with obesity. I was obese my entire life. And according to the chart at my surgeon’s office, I’m still considered obese (I’m about seven pounds away from only being “overweight” - hurrah). I don’t think there’s anything shameful about finally admitting you’ve lost control and taking a major step to change your life. That doesn’t only apply to weight loss surgery - that can apply to anything that has taken over your life and your decision-making process, or has stopped you from doing the things you want to do because of the fear associated with that problem.
As someone who’s had gastric bypass surgery, her admission offended me. For years and years and years, I was ashamed for letting myself get to the size I was, and for someone so prominent to try to cover up the procedure that saved her life implies more shame, and that makes me angry. She claims that she didn’t talk about it because she didn’t want people to make un-informed decisions and “hurt themselves” doing something they might not have considered fully. Well, Star, guess what? When you weigh hundreds of pounds more than you’re supposed to, and then it all suddenly falls off, people want to know why - epecially when your core audience is women, many of whom struggle with weight issues themselves. Don’t go on TV every day and talk about every other celebrity that’s in the news and their personal issues, and think that you’re somehow exempt from talking about yourself (however, feel free to continue blathering about that over the top tacky wedding to your husband that’s buried deeper in the closet than the size 10 jeans I bought years ago as “motivation”). She’s only even talking about it now to get in the news so she can promote whatever stupid show she has coming out.
I’m also offended by the fact that she said her highest weight was 307. I call BULLSHIT. She might have been 307 at some point, but I seriously doubt it was the highest point.
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