Carrie Fisher: How I Became The Star Wars Blob
CARRIE Fisher is writing about looks and beauty for the Times:
Despite the fact that I have been employed as an actor, repeatedly and sometimes unfortunately (an occupation where looks can be very much an issue) I remain immune to my physical charms. This is, in part, because, since I was 13, I have spent months, nay, years, being, on and off, quite chubby and, therefore, conspicuously unattractive. I decided early on that I was officially a fleshy and forlorn blob. Couple that with self-absorption to spare and comparing myself unrealistically with the gorgeous and, voilà, you’ve got the recipe for my delightful and disastrous self-image…
She romanced a ten called Simon.
One day, unable to reach him by phone, I half-heartedly went to an audition for a part that would, no doubt, require a beautiful actress to play it. I didn’t care anyway. I barely wanted to be an actress, and I didn’t have Simon. What did it matter?
Matter or no, the script I didn’t care about was extraordinary, especially after they told me it took place in outer space, where perhaps another standard of beauty would apply.
Cut to: I got it.
And then she got the Star Wars job:
Cut to: I knew they would eventually realise they had made a mistake in hiring me. Remember I told you how I thought I was fat? Apparently, so did they. I was politely asked to lose 10lb before we started filming. After losing 6lb, I tiptoed around on my fat little feet for three months and finally breathed when filming was complete. Now things could get awkward. How could I explain to my unexceptional self that they had cast a stooped, beauty-free lump of colourless cereal as the princess of a galaxy? Either they were wrong about me, or I was wrong about myself… when I was hired to play Princess Leia, the intergalactic heroine, I knew they made the only choice they could. So, I thought about it. I thought about it in the brain I hid behind my dysmorphic, coin-round, hopeful face and I remembered not only that I ended up being her, she ended up being me. And one of us has been a slug-killing pin-up for teens everywhere. Which means someone was pretty, or there was no one else in the film to fantasise about. Or both.