My mother phoned me to tell me to watch a movie about a woman who seriously fucks up her daughter by being neurotic about food and weight.
The same woman who told me I'd be pretty if I lost weight now seems to have gone all fat acceptance on her heifer daughter. Oh no, she doesn't want me to be fat but she wants me to accept myself and to do something about it for myself. And by 'do it for yourself' she means do it so that I can be proud of you. Do it so that I don't have to be ashamed of my child. Fat daughters must be too stupid to get the subtext.
And she wants me to watch a movie about a fucked up, totally neurotic woman torturing her child - both physically and mentally - because it's interesting.
Yeah, fascinating. Can't think what it reminds me of.