There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.

There isn't anyone anywhere who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. Don't you know that? Don't you know that goddam secret yet? And don't you know — listen to me, now — don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? . . . Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.

"The saying "It's not over 'til the fat lady sings" is erroneous, because women who are fat are never listened to."

Do it for the fat lady!

[...] <i>don't you know who that Fat Lady really is?</i> ... Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.

She is a common woman for rent,
but what sensuality and fat ankles.
O fat whore for hire!

I have a secret. And everyone knows it but me.

In yet another commercial, Oprah somberly says, “Inside every overweight woman is a woman she knows she can be.” This is a popular notion, the idea that the fat among us are carrying a thin woman inside. Each time I see this particular commercial, I think, I ate that thin woman and she was delicious but unsatisfying. And then I think about how fucked up it is to promote this idea that our truest selves are thin women hiding in our fat bodies like imposters, usurpers, illegitimates.

"To all the girls that think your fat because your not a size zero you're not it's society that ugly"

Marilyn Monroe

To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.

There's a crazy lady living in your head. I hope you'll be comforted to hear that you're not alone. Most of us have an invisible inner terrible someone who says all sorts of nutty stuff that has no basis in truth.

I am going to take a heroine whom no one but myself will much like

I'd rather be thin than famous
but I'm fat
paste that in your broadway show

There are no men like me. There's only me