Liz decides to examine the challenges larger people face by wearing a fat suit, as opposed to - oh, I don't know - talking to a few.
It's actually a book plug. Many years after Ugly Betty was a thing (and Bridget Jones before that), she's decided to revisit that territory by writing about an overweight woman working in a glamorous trade.
This stands out though:
Despite being well-informed, spending much of my career as a magazine editor trying to highlight the problem of eating disorders...followed by...
I was 29. I was 8½ stone: which is now the title of my first novel. The revelation that I was deluded, that extreme thinness is neither beautiful nor healthy, came when I was made editor of a fashion glossy in my early 40s. After the Dior show, I went backstage to be confronted by supermodel Gisele.She says she's 62, so born in 1958/9. Turned 29 in 1987/88. Fair enough. Turned 40 in 1998/99. So yes, there is some potential overlap between her meeting Gisele Bundchen, being a magazine editor, and the "noughties", but not much.
Six foot, a teenager in jeans and flip flops, as etiolated as a Giacometti sculpture. I realised I could never be thin enough — and should be encouraging young women not to waste their lives obsessing about food.
That is why I wrote the book, its title my target weight throughout the Seventies, Eighties, Nineties, Noughties.
Anyway, she seemingly doesn't learn anything. She decides at the end that we need to be nice to fatties, because they're all self-loathing losers so why make things worse for them. Fuck her.
"My eyes have seen the glory, I'm a born again Atheist!"