triple whopper and diet coke, please

Hmmm, so the New York Times is reporting that Manhattan is the thinnest county in New York State. Apparently the average across the state is 60% and we're at an impressive 42% low.

Can't say I'm uber surprised with all the models, artists, Euro-trash, Stepford wives and beautiful Chelsea boys fa-la-laing all over the damn place.  But what is interesting is how honest the folks they interviewed about being skinny were about how they felt about the socioeconomic implications of being overweight.

"My mom says, 'The smaller the dress size, the larger the apartment,'" said one Upper Eastsider.  

Well damn, tell 'em how you really feel ma. Right?

Mind you, although I thought some of these chicks were doing way too much for me to co-sign (so what you're saying is, you're 5-foot-8, 119lbs and you're not tossing your cookies after every meal?  Really?). I gotta admit, I definitely identified with one of the interviewees- Simon Doonan, 56, the creative director of Barney's.  Good ole Simon was the only person honest enough to attribute the borough's obsession with weight to straight up, simple and plain, FEAR.

 

"Or closets are filled with all these expensive clothes that are like swords of Damocles, because we may not fit into them anymore." Preach.  

Cause the good Lord knows, my closet may only be filled with H&M, random sample sale finds and a couple of cute pieces from the GAP (gotta get the shout out in) but I damn sure can't afford to replace nam stitch of it right about now. 

SO until the majority of the styles at Target start to cater to the short and curvy (and please believe I check in on a regular basis), I too will be unabashedly dragging my butt to the stinky NYSC and trying to make the magic happen.