Who Says Big Can’t Be Beautiful?

Ah, those size-zero ladies, with their sternums and clavicles and harshly sweeping cheekbones and big, big vulnerable eyes and sharply delineated wrists (set off to perfection by an oversized man’s watch and a clutch of chunky bracelets) — they were fun for a while, in a car-crashy kind of way, weren’t they? All that gossip and bitchery. But they weren’t very … sexy. You couldn’t imagine shoving Nicole Richie up against a wall and doing naughty things to her, could you? She would break. Nope, those skinny little wenches may be good at dangling Chanel handbags from delicate fingers, but they don’t do so well at inspiring lasciviousness, awe and plain ol’ dirty thoughts. For that, you need a lady with some flesh on her bones. And I know just where to find one.

While all eyes have been on Hollywood’s anorexic angels, the world of indie rock has been undergoing some ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. When women wanting to make it in the mainstream will swiftly be told to slim down, nobody is paying any attention to the margins, which means that if you sneak a peek at any one of the many all-girl bands out there on the indie circuit, I guarantee there will be at least one pudgy little sauce-pot (UK size 14 or larger) in the band. And what a sight for sore eyes they are. Read more