Suzanne Moore: 'I've joined the gym!'
We are fat and getting fatter. Speak for yourself, you might say. Don't worry, I am. It's obviously not my fault. It's boredom, it's working at home, it's the deliciousness of crisps, it's hormones, it's a culture of grazing. It's part of my "enormous appetite for life" that sounds marvellous, but doesn't conjure the reality: guzzling my daughter's cold leftovers, celebrating the end of the day with the popping of a cork. Before you call me a champagne socialist, it's cava. Comrade.
But my clothes were tight, and I had aches and pains. I am the average middle-aged woman. There are regular warnings about our bulk.Headlines scream that the UK has the fattest girls in Europe. Female flesh is always up for grabs, the having of it and the losing of it are considered are newsworthy spectacles. The unhealthy obsession is pitiful. If the camera puts on 10lbs, many of those pictured on the red carpet at Cannes look close to hospitalisation.