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Kate stood frozen in her bathroom doorway, bracing herself for the inevitable, the unavoidable, the potentially painful moment dreaded by women everywhere: the morning weigh–in. Was it just her imagination or did the scale actually seem mean this morning, like the mechanical version of a popular yet cruel sixth–grade girl? Maybe it was the ungodly hour of the morning (four-thirty) or the fact that she hadn’t had her coffee yet (the resultant weight–reducing “release”), but she could swear that the scale had seemed friendlier yesterday.
“For the love of god,” she whispered to herself, “calm down. It is only a scale, only a silly number.” Unfortunately, she had "only a lingerie scene" to shoot today and whatever the scale said would soon be reflected on camera and then on television screens across America for all of rerun eternity. Taking a deep breath and holding it in (in the faint hope of creating an “airier” self), Kate stepped onto the scale and watched as the small digital screen computed her weight, body fat, hydration level, and probably her credit score.
Oh shit.
Oh shit, shit.
Feeling dizzy, Kate braced herself on the edge of the sink. Her precoffee brain was having difficulty processing the information: how could she have gained five pounds? Stepping off the scale, she said a quick prayer to the god of arbitrary–numbers–upon–which–to–base–one’s–self–esteem, removed her Cosabella thong panties (all of that lace must weigh a ton), and got back on the scale.
Oh shit.
“How’s it looking?” Kate jumped as her husband, Hamilton, entered the bathroom—both because she was surprised to see anyone else in her bathroom at four–thirty a.m., and also because she wanted to create as much distance as possible between her body and the number shining up from the digital scale. He wasn’t fooled.
“Oh, Kate,” Hamilton groaned, somehow summoning the energy to accomplish the disappointment trifecta of head shake, eyebrow crease, and judgmental lip purse, all before his first cup of organic green tea. “How could you let this happen? You know how important this is, Katie. You know we need to show everyone how much better you are doing.”
“Better,“ meaning thinner. Thinner than she had been three years ago, when her career had stalled after a promising start on a short–lived nighttime soap, when nights spent eating out with the proceeds from her first high–paying gig had added up to the Hollywood version of the freshman fifteen, complete with paparazzi shots and cruel nicknames in the tabloids. By the time Hamilton had approached her with the promise to reenergize her young career and rid her of “Katie the Cow” forever, she had been so grateful for the positive attention that she had quickly signed over the management of her career. Two months later, when the weight started to come off and the work offers began to come in, she’d happily signed over the management of the rest of her life when Hamilton surprised her with a proposal during her comeback appearance on Regis and Kelly. Three months later, in the wedding photos published in People magazine—not the cover, but a full two–page spread, nonetheless—Kate looked stunning in her (size 4!) Vera Wang gown, her curly brown hair streaked with copper highlights and painstakingly straightened as per Hamilton’s detailed instructions. He wanted to model Kate’s wedding–day look after Jennifer Aniston’s ethereal beauty on the day she married Brad Pitt, even going so far as to hire Jennifer’s hair and makeup team. The team had done their best, working their magic for four exhausting hours, but no amount of hair product or bronzer could change the freckled, fresh–faced, undeniably Irish Kate into a Greek goddess. Hamilton almost succeeded in covering his disappointment when she walked down the aisle, but Kate saw the flash of disillusionment in his eyes and silently vowed to do whatever it took to guarantee that Hamilton never again regretted his investment in what he lovingly referred to as his “chubby little has–been.”
This morning, his tone made clear she had failed them both.
Kate hurried to wrap a towel around her traitorous body, feeling very small and hugely fat at the same time. “I know this looks bad,” she stammered. “But, I mean, it’s just five pounds. I mean, seriously, we’re probably the only ones who will even notice...right?” She didn’t believe the words as she said them, and she could tell by her husband’s irritated sigh and the oh–so–subtle shake of his handsome head that he didn’t believe them either.
“Sure, Katie,” he said sarcastically. “I am sure no one will notice...just like they didn’t notice before. I mean, who looks at actresses’ bodies?" He turned to go but stopped at the door. When he spoke again, his voice was tinged with sadness. “I just don’t understand, Katie. I really thought you understood how important this was...for both of us. But I guess all of the work I’ve put into rebuilding your career just doesn’t mean that much to you.” With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Kate alone with her shame.
She looked at the image in the bathroom mirror and watched dispassionately as a tear rolled down her cheek. She never looked quite real to herself. She often felt, when she saw her reflection, as if she were watching an actress in a movie. Today’s movie was about a weak girl who couldn’t control her appetite—a bad girl whose hunger was bigger than she was, bigger than the whole world.
The most frustrating part was that she had almost made it. She’d been good all week, sticking to Hamilton’s “approved–food list”: egg whites, chicken, low–sodium turkey breast. She had been losing weight, too, watching the numbers on the scale go down as her hip and cheekbones became more pronounced and, unfortunately, her mind became more and more preoccupied with food. She had tried to distract herself from both her hunger and her nervousness about being nearly naked on camera by watching television, but the commercials seemed designed to sabotage her diet with endless pictures of slim, happy, gorgeous women eating big, messy burgers while they laughed and fell in love with equally gorgeous, equally gluttonous guys. Fearing that hunger combined with the power of suggestion would propel her to the nearest drive–through, she forced her ravenous attention away from the television screen. Standing up, she gripped the edge of the couch to compensate for the dizziness that lately accompanied her every sudden move and made her way to the walk–in pantry. She was searching through Hamilton’s impressive (girly?) supply of herbal teas that he swore were “just as satisfying as a snack” when her eye landed on a jar of honey–roasted peanuts, half hidden behind the fat–free mayonnaise.
Honey–roasted peanuts: sweet, salty, and creamy, all in one miraculous package. Kate found herself standing frozen, transfixed before the holy grail of caloric density. What harm could one or two peanuts do? In fact, she told herself, her metabolism was probably slowing down, starved as she was for fat and sugar calories. Two or three peanuts could be just what her body needed to kick it into calorie–burning overdrive. Feeling almost righteous, she reached for the jar and twisted off the lid, the pop and hiss of the vacuum seal releasing the familiar heavenly scent. She inhaled deeply and shook out three peanuts, closed the jar, and took her tiny bounty back to her spot on the couch in front of the television. She ate the nuts painstakingly slowly, enjoying each one as if it were the richest, most extraordinary piece of Godiva chocolate. See? she thought as she finished the last one. No harm done.
She was right, too. There had been no harm done by the first tiny handful of peanuts. But who had ever been able to stop at three honey–roasted peanuts? Just three more can’t hurt, she told herself as she made her way back to the pantry, repeating the ritual of opening the jar, carefully shaking out three peanuts, and padding back to the couch.
And so the evening went, nut by nut, until Kate was shocked to find herself shaking out a handful of salt, sugar, and peanut dust. Hyperventilating from shame and the fear of being discovered, Kate hid the empty jar at the bottom of the recycling bin and went upstairs to brush the incriminating scent off her teeth and hide her disloyal body under Hamilton’s bazillion–thread–count duvet. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to will herself to sleep before her husband came home from his business dinner, knowing that if he looked her in the eyes he would see her transgression immediately. He prided himself on his ability to “see right through her.” When they first met, it had felt so much like love, like she was finally being “seen” by someone. His attention to her food, her clothes, and her career had felt so safe. When had it begun to feel so suffocating? When I started hiding things from him, she told herself, remembering what Hamilton’s therapist, Penelope, had said when she complained about his control issues.
“It sounds to me like he is just trying to help you, Kate,” the pink–clad, perfectly coiffed Penelope had said. “I wish I had someone who paid as much attention to me as Hamilton does to you. I mean, that is what you are saying, isn’t it? That your husband pays too much attention to you?”
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Kate stood frozen in her bathroom doorway, bracing herself for the inevitable, the unavoidable, the potentially painful moment dreaded by women everywhere: the morning weigh–in. Was it just her imagination or did the scale actually seem mean this morning, like the mechanical version of a popular yet cruel sixth–grade girl? Maybe it was the ungodly hour of the morning (four-thirty) or the fact that she hadn’t had her coffee yet (the resultant weight–reducing “release”), but she could swear that the scale had seemed friendlier yesterday.
“For the love of god,” she whispered to herself, “calm down. It is only a scale, only a silly number.” Unfortunately, she had "only a lingerie scene" to shoot today and whatever the scale said would soon be reflected on camera and then on television screens across America for all of rerun eternity. Taking a deep breath and holding it in (in the faint hope of creating an “airier” self), Kate stepped onto the scale and watched as the small digital screen computed her weight, body fat, hydration level, and probably her credit score.
Oh shit.
Oh shit, shit.
Feeling dizzy, Kate braced herself on the edge of the sink. Her precoffee brain was having difficulty processing the information: how could she have gained five pounds? Stepping off the scale, she said a quick prayer to the god of arbitrary–numbers–upon–which–to–base–one’s–self–esteem, removed her Cosabella thong panties (all of that lace must weigh a ton), and got back on the scale.
Oh shit.
“How’s it looking?” Kate jumped as her husband, Hamilton, entered the bathroom—both because she was surprised to see anyone else in her bathroom at four–thirty a.m., and also because she wanted to create as much distance as possible between her body and the number shining up from the digital scale. He wasn’t fooled.
“Oh, Kate,” Hamilton groaned, somehow summoning the energy to accomplish the disappointment trifecta of head shake, eyebrow crease, and judgmental lip purse, all before his first cup of organic green tea. “How could you let this happen? You know how important this is, Katie. You know we need to show everyone how much better you are doing.”
“Better,“ meaning thinner. Thinner than she had been three years ago, when her career had stalled after a promising start on a short–lived nighttime soap, when nights spent eating out with the proceeds from her first high–paying gig had added up to the Hollywood version of the freshman fifteen, complete with paparazzi shots and cruel nicknames in the tabloids. By the time Hamilton had approached her with the promise to reenergize her young career and rid her of “Katie the Cow” forever, she had been so grateful for the positive attention that she had quickly signed over the management of her career. Two months later, when the weight started to come off and the work offers began to come in, she’d happily signed over the management of the rest of her life when Hamilton surprised her with a proposal during her comeback appearance on Regis and Kelly. Three months later, in the wedding photos published in People magazine—not the cover, but a full two–page spread, nonetheless—Kate looked stunning in her (size 4!) Vera Wang gown, her curly brown hair streaked with copper highlights and painstakingly straightened as per Hamilton’s detailed instructions. He wanted to model Kate’s wedding–day look after Jennifer Aniston’s ethereal beauty on the day she married Brad Pitt, even going so far as to hire Jennifer’s hair and makeup team. The team had done their best, working their magic for four exhausting hours, but no amount of hair product or bronzer could change the freckled, fresh–faced, undeniably Irish Kate into a Greek goddess. Hamilton almost succeeded in covering his disappointment when she walked down the aisle, but Kate saw the flash of disillusionment in his eyes and silently vowed to do whatever it took to guarantee that Hamilton never again regretted his investment in what he lovingly referred to as his “chubby little has–been.”
This morning, his tone made clear she had failed them both.
Kate hurried to wrap a towel around her traitorous body, feeling very small and hugely fat at the same time. “I know this looks bad,” she stammered. “But, I mean, it’s just five pounds. I mean, seriously, we’re probably the only ones who will even notice...right?” She didn’t believe the words as she said them, and she could tell by her husband’s irritated sigh and the oh–so–subtle shake of his handsome head that he didn’t believe them either.
“Sure, Katie,” he said sarcastically. “I am sure no one will notice...just like they didn’t notice before. I mean, who looks at actresses’ bodies?" He turned to go but stopped at the door. When he spoke again, his voice was tinged with sadness. “I just don’t understand, Katie. I really thought you understood how important this was...for both of us. But I guess all of the work I’ve put into rebuilding your career just doesn’t mean that much to you.” With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Kate alone with her shame.
She looked at the image in the bathroom mirror and watched dispassionately as a tear rolled down her cheek. She never looked quite real to herself. She often felt, when she saw her reflection, as if she were watching an actress in a movie. Today’s movie was about a weak girl who couldn’t control her appetite—a bad girl whose hunger was bigger than she was, bigger than the whole world.
The most frustrating part was that she had almost made it. She’d been good all week, sticking to Hamilton’s “approved–food list”: egg whites, chicken, low–sodium turkey breast. She had been losing weight, too, watching the numbers on the scale go down as her hip and cheekbones became more pronounced and, unfortunately, her mind became more and more preoccupied with food. She had tried to distract herself from both her hunger and her nervousness about being nearly naked on camera by watching television, but the commercials seemed designed to sabotage her diet with endless pictures of slim, happy, gorgeous women eating big, messy burgers while they laughed and fell in love with equally gorgeous, equally gluttonous guys. Fearing that hunger combined with the power of suggestion would propel her to the nearest drive–through, she forced her ravenous attention away from the television screen. Standing up, she gripped the edge of the couch to compensate for the dizziness that lately accompanied her every sudden move and made her way to the walk–in pantry. She was searching through Hamilton’s impressive (girly?) supply of herbal teas that he swore were “just as satisfying as a snack” when her eye landed on a jar of honey–roasted peanuts, half hidden behind the fat–free mayonnaise.
Honey–roasted peanuts: sweet, salty, and creamy, all in one miraculous package. Kate found herself standing frozen, transfixed before the holy grail of caloric density. What harm could one or two peanuts do? In fact, she told herself, her metabolism was probably slowing down, starved as she was for fat and sugar calories. Two or three peanuts could be just what her body needed to kick it into calorie–burning overdrive. Feeling almost righteous, she reached for the jar and twisted off the lid, the pop and hiss of the vacuum seal releasing the familiar heavenly scent. She inhaled deeply and shook out three peanuts, closed the jar, and took her tiny bounty back to her spot on the couch in front of the television. She ate the nuts painstakingly slowly, enjoying each one as if it were the richest, most extraordinary piece of Godiva chocolate. See? she thought as she finished the last one. No harm done.
She was right, too. There had been no harm done by the first tiny handful of peanuts. But who had ever been able to stop at three honey–roasted peanuts? Just three more can’t hurt, she told herself as she made her way back to the pantry, repeating the ritual of opening the jar, carefully shaking out three peanuts, and padding back to the couch.
And so the evening went, nut by nut, until Kate was shocked to find herself shaking out a handful of salt, sugar, and peanut dust. Hyperventilating from shame and the fear of being discovered, Kate hid the empty jar at the bottom of the recycling bin and went upstairs to brush the incriminating scent off her teeth and hide her disloyal body under Hamilton’s bazillion–thread–count duvet. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to will herself to sleep before her husband came home from his business dinner, knowing that if he looked her in the eyes he would see her transgression immediately. He prided himself on his ability to “see right through her.” When they first met, it had felt so much like love, like she was finally being “seen” by someone. His attention to her food, her clothes, and her career had felt so safe. When had it begun to feel so suffocating? When I started hiding things from him, she told herself, remembering what Hamilton’s therapist, Penelope, had said when she complained about his control issues.
“It sounds to me like he is just trying to help you, Kate,” the pink–clad, perfectly coiffed Penelope had said. “I wish I had someone who paid as much attention to me as Hamilton does to you. I mean, that is what you are saying, isn’t it? That your husband pays too much attention to you?”
Kate had felt stupid—not to men...
From one of America’s most beloved television actresses: A sharply observed, comedic novel about the flip side of fame—and a fresh take on Hollywood in all its outrageous, entertaining glory.
On the outside, Kate Keyes-Morgan seems to have it all: a starring role on the hit television series Generations, a handsome husband who is also her manager, a model-thin figure, and a career that, after an earlier slide, is finally back on track. At the age of thirty, Kate knows what it’s like to have the tabloids turn on you, and she never wants it to happen again. Thank goodness her husband, Hamilton, is there to manage her every move—even if the strict dieting and morning weigh-ins are becoming more than she can manage.
But when Hamilton leaves her for another actress on Generations, the ruthless diva Sapphire Rose, Kate suddenly finds herself in charge of her own life. Now she must decide whether she’s ready to stop playing by the Hollywood rulebook and discover who she really is. With the help of her wise-cracking friend and tough-love makeup artist, Paige, and Michael, a high-powered film agent who secretly dreams of becoming a novelist, Kate begins to question her role in an industry that venerates appearance, money, and fame above all else, and that applies ceaseless pressure on women to always be thinner, younger, and more beautiful, at any cost.
From high fashion to on-set antics to the real-life whispers about celebrities that even the tabloids never tell, Courtney Thorne-Smith depicts the entertainment world as only an insider can. Yet beneath the glamorous facade lies a natural-born writer with a gift for comic timing and shaping memorable characters. If you’ve ever wanted to experience life in the spotlight or wondered what goes on behind dressing room doors, Outside In is your invitation into the glittering world of Hollywood’s biggest stars.
On the outside, Kate Keyes-Morgan seems to have it all: a starring role on the hit television series Generations, a handsome husband who is also her manager, a model-thin figure, and a career that, after an earlier slide, is finally back on track. At the age of thirty, Kate knows what it’s like to have the tabloids turn on you, and she never wants it to happen again. Thank goodness her husband, Hamilton, is there to manage her every move—even if the strict dieting and morning weigh-ins are becoming more than she can manage.
But when Hamilton leaves her for another actress on Generations, the ruthless diva Sapphire Rose, Kate suddenly finds herself in charge of her own life. Now she must decide whether she’s ready to stop playing by the Hollywood rulebook and discover who she really is. With the help of her wise-cracking friend and tough-love makeup artist, Paige, and Michael, a high-powered film agent who secretly dreams of becoming a novelist, Kate begins to question her role in an industry that venerates appearance, money, and fame above all else, and that applies ceaseless pressure on women to always be thinner, younger, and more beautiful, at any cost.
From high fashion to on-set antics to the real-life whispers about celebrities that even the tabloids never tell, Courtney Thorne-Smith depicts the entertainment world as only an insider can. Yet beneath the glamorous facade lies a natural-born writer with a gift for comic timing and shaping memorable characters. If you’ve ever wanted to experience life in the spotlight or wondered what goes on behind dressing room doors, Outside In is your invitation into the glittering world of Hollywood’s biggest stars.
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