There was an article in one of the Sundays about this model, who seemed about on a par with her sisters, in that she was already thin, and she was complaining that her agents were demanding that she shave some weight off her hips, otherwise she would not get any more lucrative work showing of dresses made specifically for women who seemed already to be on the verge of starvation.
Now, being a man, I am already struggling with the whole idea of fashion, dresses, ‘haute-couture’, along with all the other bullshit which has become part of every-day in the mad world of fashion. My idea of something smart is whatever comes to hand out off the shelving where my shirts lie. So, as I said, the very idea of someone designing dresses which ONLY look good on a stick-thin female who is obviously in the first stages of anorexia, is simply downright dangerous.
I wrote the following on my blogsite a while back, and it rings as true today as it did then:-
Readers will understand, now, the real reason for my writing today, was the sighting, in our local Tesco last Friday, of a young woman who was literally stick thin. She looked exactly the same, from her stick-like legs, through her painfully-thin lower body and torso, to her gaunt and ravaged face; as the victims who emerged from the Japanese and Nazi-German death-camps of Dachau and Changi. Now I may be many things, but daft is not one of them; so I did not move forward and intervene, as maybe a well-meaning fool would have done, with this young woman who was obviously intent on killing herself; mainly from a well-developed sense of self-preservation. I did not ask a perfect stranger if she knew how ill she actually was! Many other fellow shoppers looked askance at this walking skeleton, but none spoke to her, and so neither did I. Cowardly? Possibly, but there is the curse of modern life, in Great Britain at least. Should I have spoken out? I do not know, but, having hesitated, I remained silent.
A man with whom I worked about fifteen years ago had a huge problem, as he had an anorexic daughter. He tried reasoning, he attempted threats, he tried standing over her while she was supposed to be eating; nothing worked. She was down to five stone-odd when admitted to hospital, and it took nearly nine months to get her back to a sensible frame of mind, and somewhere near a living weight. There was some sort of demand or movement to ban all really thin and seemingly malnourished girls from all catwalks a while back, if I remember correctly; I reckon we should revive that demand, and make it stick!