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Eledhwen Loves Me Cause I Look Good in Leather
October 06, 2003, 10:29 p.m. I started freaking out because I thought I’d gained weight. I was suddenly disgusted by my belly. I’m getting fat, I thought, thinking about all the horror stories of women hitting their twenties and having their metabolisms come to a screeching halt. Then I actually pulled out my scales, weighed myself, and realised I’d gained about 800 grams. I seriously am paranoid. I really do like my pot belly. It’s sexy. But compared to all these models and actresses and singers and just damn celebrities, with stomachs you could level a brick wall with, it’s hard to feel sexy. For the past couple of years, I’ve had someone to touch my tummy and tell me it’s lovely – now that’s gone, and it’s a little hard to adjust. But adjust I shall – it’s all about the self-love. Speaking of women in advertising . . . you know that Venus razor? They’ve brought it out in hot pink – well, Passion Pink, they call it, but nevertheless. There’s nothing different about it, it’s just pink. And we’re all expected to rush out and buy it. Okay, it’s a good razor, but you haven’t done anything! You’ve changed its colour! You’ve packaged it with a new hat, but it’s still the same bloody razor. And I want it. It’s pink! I love pink! Why am I so susceptible to the television?
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