Young Amanda Rogers always wanted to be “special.” She was a smart kid and aspired to become a lawyer in her native Australia, until the modeling bug bit her and she quickly decided that the runway was the way to run.
She convinced her mother to drive her to an interview, and she convinced executives that, at age 12, she could handle the world of high fashion. Though she felt uncomfortable and self-conscious about perceived body flaws as compared with other models, she persevered. She changed her name to Portia de Rossi and worked part-time while attending school.
Later, when given the chance to be in a movie, de Rossi was surprised that she loved acting but wasn’t confident about her beauty. She thought her face was too round, her cheeks too fat, her thighs too chubby. Her weight yo-yoed. Wardrobe tailors on the “Ally McBeal” set, where de Rossi played Nell Porter, were kept busy with alterations.
De Rossi was mortified.
But that wasn’t her only source of personal loathing. Portia de Rossi had always known that she was gay, but it wasn’t discussed. She married, but the union ended when he learned the truth at couple’s therapy. Co-workers weren’t told because de Rossi feared for her job. She denied her feelings and lived in terror of being outed, although she eventually comes to terms with her sexual orientation and is now married to talk-show host Ellen DeGeneres.
Embarking on a nutritionist-recommended low-calorie diet didn’t quell the diet demon in de Rossi’s mind, so she went on a program all her own. She meticulously weighed each ounce of food, fretted over “hidden calories,” and obsessively avoided anything that might add one single calorie to her daily intake.
Of the day she hit 82 pounds, she said that celebration was in order but, “first I had to silence the drill sergeant that reminded me of that extra inch of fat. First I had to get rid of that.”
As with many memoirs like “Unbearable Lightness,” I had two very dissimilar feelings while reading.
First, this book reeks with pain. De Rossi is very clear about the bruising thoughts and negativity that she felt in hiding so many personal aspects of her life, and though this book has a make-you-grin, wonderfully happy ending, getting there hurts. Which leads me to the second issue…
This book hurts to read not just because of the pain de Rossi relays, but because it can be slow. In the end, de Rossi’s pantry held a paltry handful of items, for instance, and that fact was hammered home in many ways, many times.
Still, if you’ve ever lived too long with a secret that ate you alive, read this. You won’t just want “Unbearable Lightness,” you need it.
Top photo: Actress Portia de Rossi starved herself to fit in in Hollywood at the same time she struggled with her sexual orientation. Her compelling memoir weaves the two together in a cathartic tale of self discovery. (via Facebook)