February 2009
13 posts
Fat Girl Thin
It is January, as you probably already know, but unlike 82% (or thereabouts) of the adult population of the UK, I will not be starting the year with a diet. I will not be detoxing, or raw juicing, embracing a new exercise regime, or doing anything even vaguely weight loss-y. This is because I am already thin. How thin, exactly? Thin enough to worry my mother; thin enough to enjoy shopping for...
Admit it. You hate me because I'm thin
I didn’t mean to get so thin. I liked food, especially supermarket top-end ranges and expensive freebie work lunches. And I didn’t have an eating disorder. Just the usual understated body image issues; that low-level discontent most women experience on watching the stars on a glossy Channel 4 American import go about their whip-thin, fragrant business. Aka Sex and the City syndrome.
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A day in the life: Alexa Chung
My weight is dwindling as I don’t have time to go to the supermarket. I speak to my mum most days and she always asks what I’ve had to eat. She gets very upset when I say: “Uh, I forgot.” My dream breakfast is eggs florentine or almond croissants, but I never get it. I’m thinner now than I’ve ever been because I’m working so hard. I carry around birthday cards I’ve made but haven’t had time to...
