Dear Carrie Fisher,

I’m sorry that we live in the kind of world where appearance is what we are judged on above all other merit. To some degree everyone is judged in this manner, but no one is judged quite as harshly as women over a “certain” age. A threshold that seems to creep younger and younger each year.

What a shame, because women (like men shockingly enough, world) get better with age. You, Miss Fisher, are better with your age. You don’t need anyone’s validation about this point, much less mine. And from your poignant responses to such ridiculous criticism, I know you know this more than anyone else!!

We, the viewing and critical public have the luxury of watching your face in a darkened movie theater. We who are not held to the standard that you are. We (NY Post author…I’m looking at you) who have not the fame and fortune that you have and we (still looking at you Post) who are, perhaps, jealous of those things.

I’m sure that as an actress with your great stature and respect in the nerd community alone (we will follow where you lead, General) you probably have access to the best resources in weight loss and boutique fitness and sure, as the Post author has suggested, even the best drugs out there for the Hollywood elite. Having read about you for years and years, I find it shocking appalling UNACCEPTABLE for anyone to suggest to you the things that have been suggested!

I look forward to a future where women are not judged by how good they look in a gold bikini, but rather on their merit as a genuine human being! But hey, I’m a hopeless optimist like that.

Thank you for returning to the big screen! Thank you for fulfilling the dreams of women everywhere to see more of the one and only Princess Leia, now General Leia. It was every bit as epic as I dreamed! And I hope to look half as good as you do at the age of…38! 😉

Photo from StarWars.com
Photo courtesy of StarWars.com

The Force is with you!!! So very with you!

With love,

a fangirl

** To anyone who doesn’t know what NY Post article I’m referring to, you can go Google it. Because I refuse to link it in this blog post!

My Beauty Is Fleeting, My Worth Everlasting

I rarely look in the mirror and think… “I am beautiful.”

I look in the mirror and think “I have something on my face.” “I neeeeed to lost 15 pounds immediately.” “Maybe I should just wear a bag today, nothing else seems to be working.” But beautiful? It’s a rare occasion when I think that of myself.

And yet friends, family, strange men on the street are constantly throwing this positive affirmation my way. And I keep wondering, if they are in fact talking to me.

What a sad culture we live in. What a sad culture to grow up in. A culture that constantly bombards you with images that shake your self worth. Skinny is not only the new pretty, it’s the only pretty. Blonde is better than brown. Never leave the house without lipstick on. Being better goes hand in hand with being prettier.

I am 32. I am single and I let my mind wander to the dark place. The place that tells me that I am single because I am not pretty enough to be married. Not desirable enough to be wanted. Not worthy enough of love.

What a load of… well, you know!

My God has created someone far better than I allow myself to be. He has created a woman worthy of thinking herself beautiful. A woman worthy of praise and devotion. A woman worthy of love.

Women, we are made for more! (Men, you are too, but I’m focused on my ladies right now!) Do you feel that sometimes? Does that ever enter your mind? It’s constantly on mine. I have to tell you what you already know. Your beauty has nothing to do with your worth!!!

Beauty will fade. It will shrivel. It will disappear. And it is meaningless. Truly and utterly meaningless.

That being said I guarantee that tomorrow morning I will probably still get up, do my hair, put on my makeup, look in the mirror and wonder. But tomorrow morning I will know that it doesn’t matter quite so much. That God has more for me in this world than what shade of lipstick I wear or what size jeans I buy. And tomorrow morning that will be enough for me! Make it enough for yourself!

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