Oprah, meet Dr. 90210

While I was slaving at the gym the other day trying to lose the unsightly tire that sits on the front of my abdominal muscles, I saw that Oprah is now addressing her weight again. She says she’s embarrassed that she’s let herself go once again and that after all these years, she still talking about her weight. Let herself go? I think she looks great … at least on the cover of those daggone magazines! Besides, she’s on top of the world. Not only is she the number one media mogul and most influential woman in the nation (and maybe the world), she handpicked our nation’s president-elect and she’s about to launch her own network. But yet, she still feels the need to address her weight.

The hell with her weight.

If I were her, I’d find the best plastic surgeon I could find and get the gastric bypass surgery out of the way and be done with the whole mess. Hell, I’ve been contemplating lipo on my problem area for a few years now. You think if I had Oprah’s money and stature that I’d think twice? I could probably get it for free in exchange for national media exposure. Now, as an accomplished woman, she’s probably worried about the societal implications of such a choice. She’s made a success out of herself with her own sweat and tears, so she probably feels that she should be able to accomplish the same with her weight. But she’s tried and tried and obviously is not happy with the results. My wise friend, Lindsay, said that the definition of insanity is doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results. Why continue to drive yourself insane? Why not do something that may finally give you what you want? Just don’t commit career suicide like Star Jones and lie about what you’ve done. Be honest. Be an inspiration. You’ve done so much to make others happy. Why not do something to finally make yourself happy?

Honestly, would we fault her? I think not.

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