I'm not gonna eat tomorrow...

Posted by Isabel Dexter at 01:45 on 8 May 2009

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Due to a myriad of factors (genetics, lack of euros - c'est le crise, mais c'est normal - bad planning, spending all my money on shoes) eating healthily is pretty low on the agenda at the moment. While every other girl in this city is following a 'regime' of salad, fruit juice, plain vegetables and plenty of cigarettes, my diet consists entirely of pain au chocolats and the occasional banana. I should be enormous but I'm walking everywhere (je m'en fous what my French friends say, Paris is tiny) and also inadvertently burning calories dancing in my room to Empire of the Sun's Walking on a Dream (which, in case you're interested was THE ONLY music to catwalk to at the autumn/winter shows in March - so fash-won dahhling!)

The scary thing is though that the thinner you get in this city, the more attractive you are. Personally I think all the meufs (gals) here need to be force fed Big Macs. There is a positively gaunt trend happening, which, franchement, is actually frightening. But it's the honesty that mostly unnerves me. "Your thighs are too big" one of my Parisian friends told another friend of ours. "I know," she admitted, as though this was normal dinner conversation. "I'm only eating vegetables with rice," another told us, even though she is perfect. "It's for summer," she explained, as everyone nodded understandingly while I tried to sneak some full-fat cheeses onto her plate.

And it's not just the girls, the boys here only order salad in restaurants and push the mayo to the side. A man choked on his cigarette yesterday in the street as he saw me eat from a box of cookies. It's my thighs, isn't it?

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