In the early 1990s, the world fell in love with the adorable Mara Wilson, the child actor known for playing the precocious little girl in family classics like Mrs. Doubtfire and Miracle on 34th Street.
The young star, who turned 37 on July 24, seemed poised for success but as she grew older, she stopped being “cute” and disappeared from the big screen.
“Hollywood was burned out on me,” she says, adding that “if you’re not cute anymore, if you’re not beautiful, then you are worthless.
In 1993, five-year-old Mara Wilson stole the hearts of millions of fans when she starred as Robin Williams’ youngest child in Mrs. Doubtfire.
The California-born star had previously appeared in commercials when she received the invitation to star in one of the biggest-grossing comedies in Hollywood history.
“My parents were proud, but they kept me grounded. If I ever said something like, ‘I’m the greatest!’ my mother would remind me, ‘You’re just an actor. You’re just a kid,’” Wilson, now 37, said.
After her big screen debut, she won the role of Susan Walker – the same role played by Natalie Wood in 1947 – in 1994’s Miracle on 34th Street.
In an essay for the Guardian, Wilson writes of her audition, “I read my lines for the production team and told them I didn’t believe in Santa Claus.” Referencing the Oscar-winning actor who played her mom in Mrs. Doubtfire, she continues, “but I did believe in the tooth fairy and had named mine after Sally Field.”
‘Most unhappy’
Next, Wilson played the magical girl in 1996’s Matilda, starring alongside Danny DeVito and his real-life wife Rhea Perlman.
It was also the same year her mother, Suzie, lost her battle with breast cancer.
“I didn’t really know who I was…There was who I was before that, and who I was after that. She was like this omnipresent thing in my life,” Wilson says of the deep grief she experienced after losing her mother. She adds, “I found it kind of overwhelming. Most of the time, I just wanted to be a normal kid, especially after my mother died.”
The young girl was exhausted and when she was “very famous,” she says she “was the most unhappy.”
When she was 11, she begrudgingly played her last major role in the 2000 fantasy adventure film Thomas and the Magic Railroad. “The characters were too young. At 11, I had a visceral reaction to [the] script…Ugh, I thought. How cute,” she tells the Guardian.
‘Burned out’
But her exit from Hollywood wasn’t only her decision.
As a young teenager, the roles weren’t coming in for Wilson, who was going through puberty and outgrowing the “cute.”
She was “just another weird, nerdy, loud girl with bad teeth and bad hair, whose bra strap was always showing.”
“At 13, no one had called me cute or mentioned the way I looked in years, at least not in a positive way,” she says.
Wilson was forced to deal with the pressures of fame and the challenges of transitioning to adulthood in the public eye. Her changing image had a profound effect on her.
“I had this Hollywood idea that if you’re not cute anymore, if you’re not beautiful, then you are worthless. Because I directly tied that to the demise of my career. Even though I was sort of burned out on it, and Hollywood was burned out on me, it still doesn’t feel good to be rejected.”
Mara as the writer
Wilson, now a writer, authored her first book “Where Am I Now? True Stories of Girlhood and Accidental Fame,” in 2016.
The book discusses “everything from what she learned about sex on the set of Melrose Place, to discovering in adolescence that she was no longer ‘cute’ enough for Hollywood, these essays chart her journey from accidental fame to relative (but happy) obscurity.”
She also wrote “Good Girls Don’t” a memoir that examines her life as a child actor living up to expectations.
“Being cute just made me miserable,” she writes in her essay for the Guardian. “I had always thought it would be me giving up acting, not the other way around.”
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My Best Friend Couldn’t Watch Our Prom Tape with Me and My Boyfriend But When I Saw What He Did, Everything Clicked — Story of the Day
Pam thought the reunion of high school friends would be a simple trip down memory lane. But when an old prom tape emerged her curiosity deepened. As the tape began to play, the grainy footage revealed something that left Pam questioning everything she thought she knew about those close to her.
Caleb and I stood at the front door, the crisp evening air brushing against my face.
My heart thudded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I glanced at Caleb, whose expression screamed indifference.
His hands were stuffed into his jacket pockets, and his shoulders slouched like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“You could at least pretend to be excited,” I said, my voice tinged with irritation.
“Pam, not now,” Caleb muttered, rolling his eyes. “Can we not start this here? Just give me a couple of hours without the drama, okay?”
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“Drama? Seriously?” I shot back, crossing my arms.
“I’m not asking for much. I just want you to care about something that’s important to me.”
“There you go again,” he sighed heavily.
“Look, I’m here, aren’t I? I could’ve been at the pub with the guys, but I came. That should count for something.”
“If hanging out at the pub means more to you than our little high school reunion, you might as well go,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.
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“School reunion? There would only be three of us!” Caleb retorted, his frustration bubbling over. “You always twist my words. It’s like you don’t even try to understand me.”
Before I could respond, the door creaked open, revealing Connor, his face lighting up with a warm smile.
“Pam! Caleb! You made it!” he said, his voice full of genuine enthusiasm. “Sorry for the delay. You know, last-minute prep.”
“Connor!” I beamed, wrapping him in a friendly hug. I reached into the bag I was holding and pulled out the cake I’d spent the afternoon baking.
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“Look, I brought a cake.”
Connor’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Oh wow! You baked this? That’s amazing, Pam!”
“Yep,” I said, feeling shy under his admiration. “It’s a special occasion.”
“Twenty years since we graduated… Crazy how time flies,” Connor said, examining the cake with a grin.
“Yeah, yeah. She baked a cake. Big deal,” Caleb interrupted with a groan.
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“Can we go inside now? I’m freezing out here.”
Connor chuckled, stepping aside. “Of course, come on in.” As I walked past, Connor gave me an encouraging smile, a silent but comforting acknowledgment.
Connor had always been my best friend, the kind of person who got me without needing explanations.
He had a way of making me feel seen, even when others didn’t.
As Caleb trudged ahead, his disinterest almost tangible, I couldn’t help but notice the contrast between the two.
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Connor led us to the living room, his usual warm demeanor setting a welcoming tone.
Caleb, however, made a beeline for the couch, grabbed the remote, and started flipping through channels like he was in his own living room.
I stood there for a moment, hands on my hips, watching him settle on a sports network.
“Caleb, seriously?” I said, my voice laced with frustration.
“Can’t you watch that game later?”
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He didn’t respond, his eyes glued to the screen as if my words were background noise. It was one of his go-to moves—pretend I wasn’t upset, and eventually, I’d let it go. Annoyingly, it often worked.
Sighing, I let my attention wander to an open cabinet in the corner of the room.
Inside was a box overflowing with old items—photos, trinkets, and memories that seemed to be calling my name.
On top was a photo album. My curiosity got the better of me, and I knelt to pull it out.
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Flipping through the pages, I felt a rush of nostalgia.
The photos captured moments from our high school days—laughing faces, awkward hairstyles, and the kind of carefree energy I hadn’t felt in years.
A bittersweet smile tugged at my lips, and I could feel tears threatening to form.
“Caleb, come here!” I called out, holding up a photo. “It’s us on that school trip! Remember?”
“Can you not? You’re interrupting,” Caleb said flatly, still glued to the TV.
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Before I could snap back, Connor walked in carrying plates of cake. His eyes landed on the album in my hands, and his face lit up.
“You found the old photos,” he said, setting the plates down.
“My mom loved taking pictures. She was convinced we’d thank her someday.”
He straightened his posture and mimicked a stern voice.
“‘You’ll thank me when you’re older!’ she’d always say.”
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I laughed. “She sounds like she was a gem.”
As I flipped to another page, something caught my eye—a VHS tape sitting in the box beneath the album. Its label, scrawled in marker, read “PROM.”
“You have prom footage?” I asked, holding up the tape.
Connor hesitated. “Oh, that? It’s ancient. Probably doesn’t even work anymore. Besides, who has a VCR these days?”
“Right there,” I said, pointing to the dusty player next to the box.
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Connor sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I forgot that was even there…”
“Caleb, we need the TV!” I called over my shoulder.
Caleb didn’t even glance up. “Touch this TV, and I’ll snap that tape in half,” he said, his tone low and firm.
“Fine!” I huffed, turning to Connor with determination. “You have a TV in your room, right? Let’s go.”
Connor looked uneasy, but he nodded, leading the way.
The promise of seeing that prom footage ignited a spark of excitement in me, even if Caleb couldn’t care less. Something told me this tape held more than just old memories—it held answers.
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I rushed into Connor’s bedroom clutching the VHS tape like it was a treasure chest.
My heart was racing, not just from excitement but from a strange mix of nostalgia and curiosity. Connor followed behind me, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else.
“I’m telling you, Pam, this is a bad idea,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. His unease was written all over his face.
“Bad idea?” I repeated, scoffing as I crouched to plug the VCR into the small TV in his room.
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“Connor, this is the best idea I’ve had all night. Come on, don’t you want to relive prom? This is history, our history.”
Connor sighed heavily, crossing his arms. “I just think some things are better left in the past.”
“Not this,” I insisted, sliding the tape into the player. “This is gold. Ready? Here we go!”
As the tape whirred to life, the screen filled with the grainy, slightly distorted image of Connor’s mom holding a camcorder. Her voice came through loud and clear, cheerful and commanding.
“Connor, smile! It’s prom night!” she chirped from behind the camera.
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Young Connor appeared on the screen, a boy trying to fit into a man’s suit.
His hair was slicked back with too much gel, and his bright red tie was slightly crooked. He looked like he wanted to disappear.
“Mom, stop filming,” he groaned, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze.
“You’ll thank me when you’re older!” she shot back with a chuckle.
I burst out laughing. “Wow, she really said that! You weren’t kidding.”
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Connor didn’t share my amusement. “Pam, I’m serious. Let’s just stop this.”
Ignoring him, I leaned closer to the screen as the tape transitioned to a car ride. The camera jostled slightly, showing the interior of the vehicle and Connor in the passenger seat.
“Mom! Stop the car! Pull over!” young Connor suddenly shouted.
“What’s wrong?” his mom asked, the camera swinging to catch his panicked expression.
“It’s Pam,” he said, pointing out the window. “She’s crying.”
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The camera panned to a younger version of me, sitting on the porch of my house, my face buried in my hands. I remembered that night all too well.
Caleb had been late, and I’d convinced myself he wasn’t coming. I was heartbroken, ready to skip prom entirely.
“I’ll go ask her to prom, I’m ready to tell her about my feelings,” Connor said softly.
His mom’s voice was full of warmth. “My little prince. Go ahead.”
The footage showed Connor stepping out of the car, straightening his tie as he approached. But before he could reach me, another car pulled up.
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Caleb stepped out, his dad giving him a light shove to hurry him along.
I looked up, my tear-streaked face breaking into a radiant smile when I saw Caleb. Without hesitation, I ran to him, leaving Connor standing alone in the driveway.
The camera caught every moment—my joy, Caleb’s smug grin, and Connor’s heart sinking as he watched from afar.
I hit the pause button, my hand trembling. “Connor… You were going to ask me to prom?.. Even more, you were going to tell me that you loved me..”
He didn’t meet my eyes. “It doesn’t matter now, Pam. It never did.”
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“But all these years…” My voice cracked. “You cared about me?”
Connor finally looked at me, his expression pained but resolute.
“Of course I did. But you were happy with Caleb, and that’s what mattered. That’s all that ever mattered.”
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to process what I’d just seen and heard. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Connor shook his head, giving me a sad smile. “Because you were already where you wanted to be. And I couldn’t ruin that.”
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The room felt heavy with unspoken words. I didn’t know what to say, and for once, Connor didn’t fill the silence.
We both stared at the frozen image on the screen, young Connor standing alone in the shadows while I walked away, blissfully unaware.
We returned to the living room, where Caleb was still glued to the TV, oblivious to everything. But something inside me had shifted.
I sat next to Connor, stealing glances at him as he pretended everything was fine. The memory of that night, of his quiet heartbreak, lingered in my mind.
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“Connor,” I whispered. “You’ve always been there for me. I see that now. You’ve always been more than a friend, haven’t you?”
“Pam, please,” he said, his voice breaking. “Let it go.”
I bit my lip, unsure of what to do. My heart was torn between the familiarity of Caleb and the quiet, unwavering love Connor had always shown me.
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“Maybe in another life,” I said softly.
“Maybe,” Connor replied, his smile bittersweet.
That night, I lay awake, wondering what could’ve been. For the first time, I questioned everything I thought I knew about love—and what it meant to be truly seen.
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