Fat Girl Rape

Fat Girl Rape

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For the musical number, see Fat Girl (composition) .

Fabrice Nguyen Thai
Jean-Paul Jamot

Flach Film
CB Films
Arte France Cinéma
Immagine & Cinema
Urania Pictures

Rezo Films (France)
Istituto Luce (Italy)

10 February 2001 ( 2001-02-10 ) ( Berlin )
7 March 2001 ( 2001-03-07 ) (France)
15 June 2001 ( 2001-06-15 ) (Italy)

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Films directed by Catherine Breillat

A Real Young Girl (1976)
36 Fillette (1988)
Romance (1999)
Fat Girl (2001)
Brief Crossing (2001)
Sex Is Comedy (2002)
Anatomy of Hell (2004)
The Last Mistress (2007)
Bluebeard (2009)
La belle endormie (2010)
Abuse of Weakness (2013)

Fat Girl ( French : À ma sœur! , lit. 'To My Sister!') is a 2001 drama film written and directed by Catherine Breillat , and starring Anaïs Reboux and Roxane Mesquida . It was released in certain English-speaking countries under the alternative titles For My Sister and Story of a Whale . [2] The film's plot follows two young sisters as they deal with coming-of-age, sibling rivalry, and desire while on vacation with their family.

Anaïs and her older sister, Elena, are vacationing with their parents on the French seaside. Bored of staying in their vacation home, the two walk into town while discussing relationships and their virginities. Although the conventionally attractive Elena has been promiscuous, she is saving actual intercourse for someone who loves her, while overweight Anaïs thinks it is better to lose one's virginity to a "nobody" just to get it over with.

They meet an Italian law student, Fernando, at a cafe. Later, Fernando sneaks into the girls' bedroom for a liaison with Elena. Anaïs is awake and watches their entire interaction. After a conversation about Fernando's previous relationships with other women, Elena consents to have sex with him but backs out at the last minute. Frustrated, Fernando pressures her through various means, including threatening to sleep with some other woman just to alleviate himself. Finally, Elena is coerced into anal sex as a "proof of love," although it is obviously a painful experience for her.

In the morning, Fernando asks for oral sex from Elena before he leaves, but Anaïs has had enough and tells them to let her sleep in peace. The next day, the girls and Fernando go to the beach. Anaïs sits in the ocean in her new dress and sings to herself while Elena and Fernando go off alone together. Later, as the girls are reminiscing about their childhood together back at the house, Elena reveals Fernando gave her a ring while at the beach. Anaïs openly expresses her suspicions about Fernando's intentions. That night, Elena gives up her virginity to Fernando as Anaïs silently cries on the other side of the room.

Later, Fernando's mother arrives at the vacation house, asking for the ring Fernando gave to Elena back, as it belongs to her and is one of a collection of pieces of jewelry from past lovers that she keeps. On discovering Elena and Fernando's relationship, their mother angrily decides to drive back from Les Mathes to their home in Paris . On the way back, she becomes tired and decides to sleep at a rest stop, where a man smashes the windshield of their car with an axe, kills Elena, and strangles their mother while ripping her clothes. When Anaïs gets out of the car and starts backing away, he takes Anaïs into the woods and rapes her. When the police arrive the next morning, Anaïs, recalling her conversation with Elena about virginity, insists he did not rape her.

Breillat's experience during principal photography inspired her 2002 film Sex Is Comedy , which revolves around shooting a sex scene from the film. Mesquida reprised the scene for the later film. Principal photography took place during in Les Mathes , France [3] from late 1999 to early 2000. [4]

Catherine Breillat revealed she had a big concern about censorship because in the movie you could see Anaïs's breasts. "I actually wanted her not to have breasts, but her body changed between casting and the end of shooting. It's funny that, if she had been flat-chested, it wouldn't have been an issue", director said. [5]

The film received generally positive reviews from critics. Rotten Tomatoes reports an approval rating of 73% based on 86 reviews, with an average rating of 6.4/10. The site's consensus reads: "The controversial Fat Girl is an unflinchingly harsh but powerful look at female adolescence." [6] On Metacritic , the film has a weighted average score of 77 out of 100 based on 24 critics, indicating "generally favorable reviews". [7]

Fat Girl got an "A" from Lisa Schwarzbaum of Entertainment Weekly [8] and was called a "startling vision of the prickly crawlspace between innocence and sexual awakening" by Ed Gonzalez of Slant Magazine . [9] Carla Meyer of the San Francisco Chronicle wrote the film "[e]xposes the less sexy things that lust can awaken, like viciousness, deceit and amoral longing". [10]

Stephen Holden of The New York Times wrote "Reboux's extraordinary performance conveys Anaïs's mixture of precocious insight, animal canniness and vulnerability so powerfully that it ranks among the richest screen portrayals of a child ever filmed". [11] In a review for Chicago Sun-Times Roger Ebert wrote "There is a jolting surprise in discovering that this film has free will, and can end as it wants, and that its director can make her point, however brutally". [12]

David Stratton of Variety praised the cinematography by Yorgos Arvanitis , calling the film "beautifully photographed and framed". [13] Neil Smith of BBC said that "Breillat has fashioned another characteristically raw and honest portrait of sexual relations". [14]

Fat Girl was banned in Ontario by the Ontario Film Review Board in late 2001 due to objections regarding the frank representation of teenage sexuality. [15] American film critic Wheeler Winston Dixon noted that the film was not only banned in Ontario, but was "severely restricted to adult audiences throughout the world". Dixon described the film as a "harrowing tale of a 13-year-old girl's coming of age as her 15-year-old sister embarks on a series of sexual relationships", featuring "explicit sexual scenes" in a "brutal narrative structure." [16] The ban in Canada was eventually overturned and the film played in several theatres in 2003. [17]

In 2001, the film won the Manfred Salzgeber Award at the 51st Berlin International Film Festival [18] and the France Culture Award at the 2001 Cannes Film Festival . [19]

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"If I dated you then my friends would never let me hear the end of it," he said.
The hungrier I was, the more men desired me. It was, sadly, as simple as that.
I thought, So, even men who don’t think fat women are gross won’t date me?
Derek is in my rear view mirror now, and so is the idea that I need to change my body.
The author and her boyfriend, Andrew
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I tried to lose weight to find love. When that didn't work, I decided to ditch diet culture and fatphobic men instead.
I want you to imagine Derek* (name changed to protect the guilty): tall with jet black hair and just a touch of shy swagger. His voice was deep and his pants rode low, sitting on his hips (hips I would soon know well, in the biblical sense).
Before we get any further into Derek’s pants, let me back up and give you some context. Nowadays, I’m a proud fat woman who teaches people how to love their bodies, writes books about it and has a podcast where I share with thousands of people the sounds of myself eating delicious things. I also currently have a body-positive partner who unapologetically adores me with a passion and humility that warms my heart every single day.
But in this story it’s around 2006, and I’m a new and wide-eyed transplant to San Francisco. I’m in my mid-twenties. I am just starting to consider that after years of disordered eating , maybe my body is okay the way it is and I don’t need to spend every moment of my life trying to become smaller. Derek is my neighbor, though we met online. Derek responds to my ad in which I say I’m a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) seeking someone who is “into that.”
Calling myself a BBW is new to me. It feels scary, but good — really, really good. And more than that, it feels safe somehow. Just putting it out there right away: “Yup, I’m a societal reject whose body is derided daily for others’ amusement, and if you’re not down with seeing me as an actual real human, well, then there’s the door.”
Before I started identifying myself up-front as fat in my dating profiles, I had spent hours, days, months pondering whether I wanted to be a party to upholding the worldview that the most important thing about me to a potential suitor is the size of my body. Conclusion: I resolutely did not. But by that point I had had enough terrible first dates (and I mean terrible as in they excuse themselves to go to the bathroom and never reappear type of terrible) that I decided to take the harm reduction approach. I would simply weed out the men who didn’t like fat women. I convinced myself that this was honesty. This was empowerment. And in a way, it was.
So Derek responds that he’s interested — very interested. We meet up and our chemistry is ri- dic -u-lous. I very quickly learn he’s an amazing kisser and his desire for me is undeniable. By the end of the night he’s under my shirt, and surprisingly goes for my... stomach. He starts with caressing and then moves straight into what I would call worshipping it. And I’m into it. I’m ready for a man to sexualize my entire body, not just my breasts or thighs. And he does all that too. He probably left my place at around 2 a.m. We hang out a second time, then a third time, all in the first week. And by "hang out," I mean we spend time being sexy at my house.
This is another part of my fat girl dating story: Regular old generic misogyny says that straight women don’t get to be “too demanding” too soon. You know the Three Ds? Don’t ask questions. Don’t hold him accountable. Don’t be surprised if he doesn’t call. Even slender women know these horrible rules.
Now take those rules and multiply them by somewhere between 10 and 1,000, and you’ve got the rules that many fat women face while navigating dating. So, even though Derek had asked to see me multiple times in the first week and was clearly attracted to me, I did not push to see him in daylight outside my apartment because I was worried I would come off as too needy.
After that hot-and-heavy week, Derek asked if he could come over the following Monday. We had yet another a steamy session, and were lying in bed, talking about philosophy or Tarantino or something, and holding hands.
After a pause, I gathered up my courage and asked him if we could go out next time we saw each other, maybe get coffee. After all, we didn’t just have great sexual chemistry — we had long, rollicking conversations and had talked about how much we enjoyed each other's company.
There was silence. As each moment of hesitation passed, I felt more and more like a kid who just broke a vase and was awaiting punishment, vulnerable as hell. He said something about being busy.
And then he leveled with me. “Listen,” he says, “you are my absolute ideal body type, okay? I mean absolute ideal , but if I dated you then my friends would never let me hear the end of it. Frankly, I’m sorry, but I just don’t have the balls to date you.”
Frankly I just don’t have the balls to date you.
I mean, I had to hand it to Derek for explaining a mystical part of heteromasculinity that had heretofore been suspected but never, ever confirmed. Other men who were allegedly Derek’s friends would harass him if he went out with me, and in the cost-benefit analysis, they won. Not me. I had considered this sort of thing before — that men got together in a secret meeting and decided that they would use their collective bargaining power to have sex with fat girls but never date us — but had convinced myself that I was just spinning a conspiracy theory. What truly amazed me was how overt it all was — how clear the stakes were in Derek’s head.
After he left my apartment that night, I cried and cried. If I’m honest, I cried less for his harsh words and more for the loss of how good his desire for my fat body had felt. Now it was gone, and I was scared I’d never again find someone who wanted me like that.
I know this is a shockingly stark example of dating while fat, but I think it’s rare to find a fat woman who hasn’t had an experience that is similarly horrific. In my case, I’ve always been fat and have only dated men. It was at around the age of 5 that boys began to tell me that something was fundamentally wrong with me and my body. I’ve heard it all: that I’m disgusting, untouchable, gross. From first grade right up until the day I graduated from high school, the boys in my class told me no man would ever be seen with me, let alone marry me. And after a few years of a dozen boys saying the same things to me, I truly began to believe them.
And so I did what many fat girls in my situation have done; I started dieting. That quickly turned into long bouts of starvation that continued into my college years. The hungrier I was, the more men desired me. It was, sadly, as simple as that.
Even in the depths of my eating disorder , I never lost my chubby cheeks or my double chin. Despite all my efforts at self-destruction, I was still society’s version of fat (as well as the doctor’s.) However, when I was at my smallest and most ill I had more dates than I’d ever had in my life.
Most of the men I went out with shamelessly criticized my body. I dated men who encouraged me to lose more weight, even though I basically had subclinical anorexia . Everyone and everything around me seemed to be telling me that being fat was the problem, not these men verbally berating and judging me. It never occurred to me that there were far worse things than being fat (like, for example, dating these dirtbags). Accepting — let alone celebrating — that my body is just naturally bigger than some other people's didn’t feel like an option at that time.
By the time I met Derek, I had just started coming around to the possibility that maybe I shouldn’t restrict food anymore . Derek’s speech didn’t feel shocking because of its cruelty (I was used to that). It shook me because it felt like a new brand of rejection: Even men who don’t think fat women are gross won’t date me? I thought being transparent in my ad (“I’m a BBW”) was a way of reclaiming my body. I thought I was saying to every potential fatphobe out there: no need to apply.
Instead, I had attracted a man who wanted me to take him to the Church of My Glorious Fat Rolls (which made me feel empowered and hot as hell), but he only wanted to see me privately (which snatched that all away and left me feeling humiliating and ashamed).
This problem persisted even after Derek. Identifying as BBW meant I could weed out men who hated fat, but I was faced with a new problem — I was attracting men who had a strong desire for fat that they didn't want people to know about. I didn't know what to do. I wanted a relationship, but again and again, I encountered men who saw me as sexy, but not “relationship material.” Their behavior clearly wasn’t about a lack of desire for my body. It was about something else, something that went way beyond me and my life.
Other fat women go through the same kinds of exploitative and degrading things. I want to break the silence for all of us while being clear that we have so many different kinds of experiences. Many can’t relate to my story at all — experiences of dating while fat differ vastly depending on someone’s relative size, shape, luck, privilege, and geographical location. For instance, in thin-conscious San Francisco, where I live, I feel I am a noticeably larger person at a size 18/20. In the working class suburbs of the Bay Area, where I grew up and where larger bodies are more common, my body size doesn’t stand out as much now that I’m an adult.
This is an advantage not all fat women have. I have beloved friends who live in larger bodies than mine, and there are times we’ve gone out together where they’ve been publicly fat-shamed in places I felt safe. Likewise, I once vented on Facebook about how men only wanted to hook up with me. Another fat woman replied in the comments that having access to hookups was itself a privilege that not all fat women have.
However, in working with hundreds of women (queer and straight) over the past decade, I have found that there are some overlapping realities we tend to face when it comes to dating.
Even though it was only me and Derek in my bedroom that night he gave me the no-balls speech, we actually
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