That whether you have or have not heard of the movie (almost-but-not-documentary)
Disfigured that you see it. I don't care how you get your hands on it, but I think after sitting here in tears for the last twenty minutes of it, it is one of the most graphically honest messages about the human body through the lens of our modern society on so many ends of the scale, you should see it. It's just topped the charts in my books.
"We are here to talk about our bodies -- over weight or under weight or changing weight or maybe not having anything to do with weight at all. Maybe we'll start with making a list of all our unacceptable body parts. Just to get our feelings out, but more importantly, I think, that we just need to find a way to let our feelings in. Because these bodies, they're us. And I don't understand how we can live in them all day, every day, and still find them so strange.
How can we hate them? They’re beautiful, and pathetic, and miraculous, and sad, and everything that we have in life we get through them. I don't know, maybe we can help each other fix them up a little, but sooner or later we're just going to have to find a way to love them for what they are, to be able to accept what that looks like for each one of us. I don't think that’s going to happen anytime soon -- but we have to try. We just have to try."