So here’s the second edition of Portia de Rossi gossip from her recent eating disorder memoir, Unbearable Lightness. When it comes to anorexia, everyone is morbidly curious about the rock-bottom weight. At her thinnest, Portia weighed an alarming 82 pounds. At her heaviest, she weighed 168. For awhile she sustained herself on tuna, instant oatmeal, Mrs. Dash, Splenda, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spray, gum, and Parliament Lights. Portia’s wake up call came in the form of osteoporosis, cirrhosis, and lupus. Don’t worry; she’s fine now.
“Effortlessness is an attractive thing. And it takes a lot of effort to achieve it.”
“I knew that once I had made enough money where I no longer had to worry about losing my career, I would find a girlfriend. I needed a lot of money, however, because I had an apartment to renovate. But after that, I would find someone to love.” “I had always been secretly in awe of anorexics with their superhuman self-restraint. There is a neatness to it, a perfection.”
“I was half butch, half femme, neither here nor there.”
“It suddenly occurred to me that maybe people who stay thin are the people who eat whatever they want.”