Everything in moderation

Kate Moss. “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” – that’s what she said. I’d grown up with girls can do anything, the personal is political, and Fat is a Feminist Issue, so I was a bit shocked. And it seemed to set the tone for the decade to follow, all primping and posing and pretending you disliked other people more than you disliked yourself. 

I suppose she was subversive in her own way, projecting a different kind of sultry on the magazine covers that was often more about bad attitude than femmey sexual signalling. But still, she was just another packaged product, sulking and pouting and making a living from her surface; banking on the male gaze.

So worth it
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I suppose it could be she's one of those people without a sense of smell, who can't taste their food at all. Rather than someone so mired in concern about her physical acceptability, so absorbed by her presentation of herself to the outside world, that it's become preferable for her not to actually feed herself. 


But either way, I feel sad for Kate Moss. So I wrote her a poem.

Things that taste as good as skinny feels

Baked potatoes,

Fresh baked bread, 

with real butter

melting

Whittaker’s almond gold.

Peanut butter, cheese on toast, garlic mushrooms

Carrot cake,

nutmeg cake,

chocolate cake,

basically, cake.

That thing your mother used to make on the weekends,

a really good, fresh, still-warm croissant

The first feijoa of winter,

Pumpkin soup, salt

and vinegar

chips

Roast kumara, pikelets, a ripe apricot

the last beer of summer,

doughnuts.