I hate fiber.
I like Mallomars.
And if Dereck isn't going to love me
for the tiny amount...
of cellulite I have
on the back of my thighs...
then fuck him- Screw that guy.
This is the package, okay?
It's exactly the same under the wrapping.
This is the package.
No exchanges, no returns.
I mean, why does
our society push us...
to be perpetually uncomfortable
with who we are?
It's so messed up.
You wanna know why?
Here. This is why.
"Boost your buttocks in fiive days."
"Luscious liposuction."
"The flawless face-lift."
That's why.
Enough is enough.
We need to stop letting
society and-and media...
and our religious leaders
delegate who we are.
You're amazing,
and I'm even more amazing...
and anybody who doesn't get it
can go screw themselves!
I'm sick and tired of everyone saying
it's normal, it's typical, it's ordinary.
I don't feel any of those things.
Well, how do you feel?
- Lonely.
- Why?
Because I'm never gonna be able
to walk down the street...
holding hands with my partner...
without the rest of the world
giving us a look.
I may never have the wedding
that I once dreamed of...
and I may never have children...
and one day, when I die...
people will never give
as much respect to my grieving lover...
as if she were my husband.
That's what terrifiies me.
It's so much easier
to be someone else.