Lying to Be Perfect Page #4

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her and she's still such a mess?

Hey!

Honey, you're a fantastic writer but

you're editing someone else's work.

You're a wonderful woman but

there are no men in your life.

And that pizza delivery

guy... Not Prince Charming.

Come on now, listen.

Dear fabulous Belinda...

I'm tired of being

overweight, bla bla bla...

I've dieted my whole life,

and now I'm almost 250 pounds.

What should I do?

Two fifty! Wow! She should

stop weighting herself.

Dear sexy underneath it all.

I will let you in on my

deepest, darkest secret.

I used to be desperately overweight.

Finally I couldn't stand it any more.

I had to take control of my life.

Was it hard? Yes. How did I do it?

By reclaiming my power,

getting out of my own way...

...by finding a symbol to remind myself

of the person I knew I was inside.

...and by being honest with myself.

There's no way that woman was ever fat.

Let's say we follow Belindas's

example and just do it.

No, I can't, you guys. I have way

too much on my plate right now.

You're just scared of change.

I like my life. I have a good

job, a husband who loves me.

with whom I have sex once a

month. Why should I change?

But, are you happy?

I mean, completely,

utterly, every moment happy.

I'm not. I mean... Paul

loves me but I don't love me.

Every spring we take the kids

to Paul's parents in Seattle.

Kids want to go some place warm

but we don't because they know

I would never step foot on

a beach on a bathing suit.

I just wanna be with my family

doing normal family things.

Oh, come on. Don't cry.

Let's do it. Let's do what Belinda said.

...and let's become the women

we know we are inside.

You really believe in her, don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you want the person

inside of you to finally emerge?

That's a complicated question.

We've all been on diet.

But this time we'll do it together.

We're there for one another. Totally

honest and no one's off the hook.

On one condition.

In four months we go back

to the Willoughbe Cafe...

we get that table by the window and.

we shame Chester until he

is groveling at our feet.

Done.

One, we meet September

5th to humilliate Chester.

Supporting each other no

matter where and no matter what.

We can work out

together every other day.

To start.

Workout and diet. No secret stashes.

Nola, you know what I'm talking about.

And we need our symbols to

remind us of who we're gonna be.

Mine is red. When I was thin,

I wore color. Now I just...

well, I wear Eileen

Fischer versions of a burka.

Nancy wants bold proud red and

I... wanna wear bikini on the beach.

Nola?

I don't know. Can I think about it?

Can we call it something else?

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