“I got down to 116 or something … I just basically didn’t eat. I ate very little. I had done similar things with weight, but this was different. I think the role demanded that commitment … it was about how does that effect how I walk, how I talked, who I am, how I feel. You know, you feel very fragile and delicate and unsafe.”
– Jared Leto on losing 30 pounds for his role in “The Dallas Buyers Club.” I appreciate an actor immersing themselves in a role, but in my opinion, that’s taking it too far. That’s an eating disorder. Also, let’s talk about how a female celebrity would never make such a statement to the press for fear of being accused of having an eating disorder. She’d talk about her regimented diet and workout sessions under doctor supervision. [Just Jared]
An all-too-common complaint about fashion designers today is that they don’t produce clothes in nearly enough sizes. Size and weight are similarly loaded subjects within the industry, and fashion’s apparent favoritism towards the thin and thinner is hardly unchartered topical territory. The house of Balenciaga, newly helmed by Alexander Wang following beloved creative director Nicolas Ghesquière’s sudden departure after 15 years at the brand, currently dresses typically-sized starlets like Kristen Stewart, Anne Hathaway, Amanda Seyfried, et al. Keep reading »
When I was in college studying in Italy, I got insanely, disgustingly skinny. My host mother fed us very little. I think she requested vegetarian students because she thought vegetarians ate less. Each night, she would stir a tablespoon of canned spaghetti sauce over a 1/2 portion of pasta, cigarette in hand, and when we were done eating (she never ate — she was the size of a mouse) she’d look at us with threatening eyes, shrug and say, “What else you want?”
I was just so happy to be there, so willing to assimilate into my new lifestyle, and always a little nervous about doing new things, that I was too timid to ask for more. After a while, I didn’t even realize I was hungry. And my stomach got smaller and smaller. I weighed about 120 pounds when I got there, a healthy amount for my 5’2″ frame. After a few months in Italy, since I didn’t have a scale, I can only guess I was down to about 90 pounds. It scares me to type that number out. So much. Keep reading »
This piece was cross-posted with permission from FatNutritionist.com. It was originally published before Thanksgiving but we are crossposting it here with the rest of the holiday season in mind.
It’s true, Thanksgiving is a weirdly imperialist semi-genocidal sort of holiday, but hey, at least we can enjoy the tradition of getting together with family and eating a bunch of mashed potatoes!
Or can we?
If some people’s relatives had their way, the answer would be a resounding HAHA, SUCKER! Because certain people exist only to make your food-eating life as a fat person (or a whatever-sized person) miserable.
So, here’s the thing: whether or not you are fat, you are the only person who gets to decide what food goes in your mouth, what tastes good, and how much of it makes you feel full and satisfied. No matter how many busybodies and dietary conspiracy theorists get in your face, you are still the only one who can decide. Keep reading »
Last thing about Paris and then I’ll shut up. I promise. Topic du jour: dessert. My trip made me realize that, for me, it is essential to have dessert with every meal.
This is not based on anything scientific whatsoever, just one sugar lover’s humble opinion after indulging in dessert with every meal for an entire week. I’m not exaggerating for the sake of comedic effect. I really ate 21 desserts while I was on vacay. There were a few factors which contributed to my sugar spree: I was traveling with a food critic who took me to all the finest easting establishments, it’s the French way, and of course, because I was on vacation so I was cutting lose. Keep reading »
Clothing mannequins are weird whichever way you spin it ― they’re headless! They’re probably watching you! ― but they’re something of a necessary evil in retail to display how featured articles of clothing hang on, well, a human body. Unfortunately, this “human body” is usually a pretty terrible representation of not only how the clothing looks on, but also an actual human body. Maybe a select demographic of those shopping at any given store have those kinds of dimensions, but the fact is that the vast majority of people don’t. You might know this already, but human beings come in all shapes and sizes, so the concept of a plus-sized mannequin in a plus-sized store has the potential to be a positive development. If it’s done correctly, that is. Keep reading »
Years ago, I had a conversation with a group of my close male friends and the age old question came up: Can men and women really be just friends? My boy Otto said, “No way! Guys always want to sleep with their female friends.” My friend Steve interjected, “Of course! I have a platonic female friends and I love them to death.” But then my friend Yorell said, “Yes, men can have platonic female friends, but only with women that are unattractive. If she’s pretty, there is no way you can be just her friend. That doesn’t mean it’s not a genuine friendship, but if you get the opportunity to smash, you will. Unless … she’s ugly.” Keep reading »
Recently, a friend of mine shared with me how unhappy she is with her body. I had been just fine with the way my body looks but once she suggested how she felt about herself, I began to notice an increase in my self-criticism. I felt a bit more plump in my yoga pants, watched more of what I ate, and wanted to start going to the gym. After reading about a new study, my newfound low opinion of my body is beginning to make sense; according to a new study done in the journal Sex Roles, criticism your friends place on their bodies can greatly influence the way you perceive your own. Keep reading »
“I read a comment on YouTube that I thought would upset me — ‘Test pilot for pies’ — but I’ve always been fine with it. I would only lose weight if it affected my health or sex life, which it doesn’t.”
– Adele responds to criticism about her weight in a new book, Adele: The Biography. Did you hear that, Karl Lagerfeld? OK. Good. Now that we’re clear about where Adele stands on her weight — she’s fine with it– I move that we stop talking about it forever. [Contact Music]
“In Hollywood, I’m obese. I’m considered a fat actress. I’m Val Kilmer in that one picture on the beach. … I’m never going to starve myself for a part. I keep waiting for that one role to come along that scares me enough into dieting, and it just can’t happen. I’m invincible. … I don’t want little girls to be like, ‘Oh, I want to look like Katniss, so I’m going to skip dinner.’ That’s something that I was really conscious of during training, when you’re trying to get your body to look exactly right. I was trying to get my body to look fit and strong, not thin and underfed.”
— Puh-lease, Jennifer Lawrence, you are one of the babeliest babes around. But I do get what she’s saying about being considered a “fat actress” — just as Romola Garai so eloquently noted, acting professions have become so intertwined with the fashion industry that actresses who don’t fit into the ever-dwindling sample size are an anomaly. And even more refreshingly, Jennifer doesn’t take the Kim Kardashian cop-out stance of, “I love my body and want to inspire other girls to love theirs, but also I’m working out three hours a day and trying really hard to lose weight.” I just get the feeling that she’s totally cool with herself the way she is. Love her! [Crushable]