I have just read an article in First magazine that says that I can now 'rejoice' that the fashionably emaciated, anorexic size zero is well and truly behind us, and that we can now live on more than a lettuce leaf a week. Well, thank fuck for that, I was getting a little worried that my side view was disappearing altogether!
The magazine shows that 'stars' are actually putting on weight - amazing what happens when you eat more than a couple of lettuce leaves! The 'before' photos look like something that you would cry over if you saw them in the papers. Pictures of skinny, bony women that are bereft of 'lady bumps', or anything that celebrates the feminine.
What the hell is a size zero - just another word for 'fashion victim' which has unfortunately encouraged women to think that the 'cancer' look is in? Apparently, after the death of two six-stone models, the fashion industry has come to its senses (sort of) and decided not to employ any models who have a Body Mass Index of less than 18 - it's a start, I suppose.
I read this article as a woman who is a healthily rounded size10/12, comfortable with the ravages that childbirth, and life, have left behind and I was pleased to see that the article was encouraging women to put on a bit of weight and celebrate their slightly less 'deathbed' looks.
Unfortunately the rest of the magazine highlighted 7 celebrities who were hung up about their bodies, a battle of detox diets, various fitness videos and an 18 year-old who has had her stomach stapled.
I don't know what I weigh, and have even less idea about my BMI, but I do have a handy pair of jeans that tell me when me stomach is hanging over the edge - which seems like a reasonable enough gauge to me!