âFatâ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her
I mean, is âfatâ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is âfatâ worse than âvindictiveâ, âjealousâ, âshallowâ, âvainâ, âboringâ or âcruelâ? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? Iâm not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brainâŚ
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadnât seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? âYouâve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!â
âWell,â I said, slightly nonplussed, âthe last time you saw me Iâd just had a baby.â
What I felt like saying was, âIâve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Arenât either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?â But no â my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
Iâd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny â a thousand things, before âthinâ. And frankly, Iâd rather they didnât give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.