CORRIDORS

  A students' magazine for mental health advocacy

WHO'S THAT IN THE MIRROR?

JOEY TEODOSIO             CW: BODY IMAGE; FATSHAMING

 

(A full length, three panel mirror stands just off Center Stage. The three panels are taller than the entire cast, and the frames are empty, there is no glass. The rest of the room is either very ornately furnished, although rather antiquated, or the stage is bare except for the mirror. GRIMHILDE #1, is in her early 40’s, she now requires a cane to get around. She is dressed in the same dress she wore in Snow White, only larger. Her hair is starting to go grey, she has let herself go a little but she is not obese. Overall she is somewhere in the middle. She limps on stage to stand before the mirror.)

GRIMHILDE #1

Mirror Mirror, on the wall.

(As she begins to speak, GRIMHILDE #2 and GRIMHILDE #3 enter from Stage Left. #2 is the very thin Grimhilde from the movie, only more beautiful than the character ever was. #3 has a larger nose, is much larger than the other two, her hair is completely grey, and she has a mole. They each stand in one of the two side sections of the mirror by the time GRIMHILDE #1 says “wall.” #3 has a very shrill voice, #2 is very sophisticated and sultry.)

GRIMHILDE #2 and #3

What do you want!?

GRIMHILDE #1

Who’s the fairest in all the land?

GRIMHILDE #2

It was you darling, but 20 years and (Pauses to size up Grimhilde #1) 30 pounds ago.

GRIMHILDE #3

Fairest? Darling, don’t make me laugh! When you look like we do the only thing our faces are good for is scaring children.

(At this, GRIMHILDE #1 looks resigned, as if she has heard this all before. From Stage Right, THE CHORUS enters. The chorus is made from a collection of assorted Disney villains, all of whom are older, less conventionally attractive than their film counterparts, with the exception of Ursula, who looks like her Barbie doll, a trimmed down shadow of her former self. THE CHORUS speaks in unison and somewhat lyrically, like they are from a Greek tragedy.)

THE CHORUS

See here, power reduced to rubble

Dark spells grip her mind

What once was mighty now quells

Before the mirror’s gaze

GRIMHILDE #1

(Weak) No, you’re wrong. I’m not you.

GRIMHILDE #2

Give it up, girly!

GRIMHILDE #3

We will never look like her again. We did once, and you ruined it!

GRIMHILDE #1

It wasn’t my fault! I ruined nothing!

GRIMHILDE #2

If it wasn’t you then who was it? Someone had to turn this. (Gestures at her body)

GRIMHILDE #3

Into this. (Gestures back and forth between GRIMHILDE #1 and herself)

GRIMHILDE #2 and #3

It was your fault! Admit it! Admit what you did to us!

CHORUS

See how these demons plague her

Like lions they roar

See her fight

For panem et circunses.

GRIMHILDE #1

I never looked like you, and I don’t look like you now. You’re lying to me.

GRIMHILDE #2 and #3

Admit what you have done!

GRIMHILDE #1

I cannot control time! Or gravity! Nothing I could have done would have kept me young forever.

GRIMHILDE #2

You could have succeeded in killing Snow White.

GRIMHILDE #3

Or you could have killed that prince before he threw you off the cliff in the first place.

GRIMHILDE #2 and #3

You could have died!

GRIMHILDE #3

(Pause) At least then we could have died.

GRIMHILDE #2

Looking like me.

GRIMHILDE #1

You’re wrong! You’re playing tricks on my mind and I won’t allow it!

GRIMHILDE #2

Stop lying to yourself darling.

GRIMHILDE #3

You know we’re right.

GRIMHILDE #2

Just give up.

GRIMHILDE #3

And admit.

GRIMHILDE #2 and #3

That we are right! You are nothing!

(GRIMHILDE #1 stands silent, for the first time we see her truly begin to show weakness. Slowly she sinks to the ground, she doesn’t cry, she just stares at her reflection, unable to truly believe what she sees.)

THE CHORUS

Poor thing

Lost the fight.

To mirror’s gaze,

Lost all her might.

(At this, GRIMHILDE #1, either out of spite or from some other previously untapped source of strength, forces herself to get up. She glares for a moment at the chorus, as if to punish them for doubting her. She returns to glaring at GRIMHILDE #2 and #3.)

GRIMHILDE #1

Listen. To. Me. Neither of you are real, when I walk away from this mirror both of you will cease to exist. I hold all of the power here, not you. (Turns to GRIMHILDE #2) Never in my life have I looked like you. You can put on all the makeup you want but it won’t change the fact that I am not some goddess. Your standards are unattainable and toxic. (Turns to GRIMHILDE #3) Am I an exact replica of my former self, of course not! I aged, sue me. But I am not the grotesque creature you are, you are all tricks and fear. I feel comfortable how I am now, you are the one stuck in this mirror trying to belittle someone who will never surrender because you can’t handle the fact that you are not real!

(GRIMHILDE #2 and #3 walk off stage hurriedly. The CHORUS cheers)

 

GRIMHILDE #1

What are you cheering for? They’ll be back tomorrow.

(Blackout)

 

ABOUT JOEY TEODOSIO

Joey Teodosio is a Writing, Literature, and Publishing Major at Emerson College, focusing on Drama and Literature and minoring in History. He enjoys reading cookbooks as if they're novels, theoretically writing plays, and learning about things that go bump in the night. If you hear someone singing Threepenny Opera off-key in the streets of Boston, that's him.