As part of a movie watching crew, I have the privilege of watching movies I might otherwise not see. I was refreshed by the perspective of beauty and seductiveness portrayed in I’m No Angel. While I was captivated by the attention given to a woman who is much larger than the average actress today by the men in the film, I was surprised by the reactions of my fellow movie watchers. They seemed repulsed.
I’m a fairly average woman, not really “thin” but not really fat either. It’s such a travesty to me that to be considered beautiful you have to have a perfectly flat stomach, ample breasts with no fat on your thighs. For a brief moment I was comforted that someone normal could be considered sexy. The ever changing ideals of beauty remind me that beauty is much more than what we see on the outside.