I Am Not Natalie Portman.

Natalie Portman.

Her obsession, transformation, and eventual destruction

rocked me to the core.

I can't eat the $9.95 popcorn he offers me.

The woman to the right walks out and leaves.

The woman to the left is lying down on her seat, not even watching.

And when we walk out on the hopeless sadism (entertainment?),

I cry on the inside,

realizing I can empower my disease or I can starve it.

She always tells me (and I love her for this):

You Don't Have To Live Like This.

This helps me to reject the notion that

I am Natalie Portman.

I am Yours and I will overcome

and I will change through suffering

because You live and love through me.

God,

transform

me

for

Your

glory

.