Tall girls are gorgeous; short girls are gorgeous; thin girls are gorgeous; and fat girls are gorgeous. That’s what this play focuses on—the ability to love yourself and feel beautiful, even though you do not fall into the dictum of what Vogue deems as beauty.
As a feminist, I love this show—I love that bold and brave women willingly come on stage to show their beauty, despite society’s censure about the “perfect” body. This complete package has heart-tugging moments, when a girl wonders why she’s rejected because her legs aren’t as slim as sticks. It has confident moments when you feel comfortable enough to come out and say, “I’m fat—and I’m gorgeous.” Importantly, it has bold moments, when you find out that “f**king a fatty” could be the ride of your life.
I enjoyed the show immensely, but the opening night presentation did not go off without its problems. The faulty microphone cut out more often than it stayed live. The poor actors had a rough time maintaining audibility—but they maintained their composure effortlessly. Some work needs to be done with their synchronicity routines and the scene breaks last a little bit too long.
This effort started five minutes late and ended ten minutes early, essentially making it a 45-minute cabaret, rather than the advertised hour. It’s short, but it’s brave, bold and beautiful—cheers to ChubRub!
