If you've read this month's issue of Vogue, the one with the controversial Gisele/LeBron James cover, you'll find a particularly salacious article on how a Vogue editor approached the Rodarte sisters to "get healthy".
Of course, this is Anna Wintour's magazine, and you realize "get healthy" is really code for "lose weight, fatso."
She made Oprah lose weight to be on the cover of Vogue some years back. Yes. Oprah. Yes, that Oprah. Oprah. Yes. Holier-than-thou, beatified, sainted Oprah.
So, anyhow, the Rodarte girls are a bit chubby. I'd say voluptuous, but that would make them sound sexier than they are. So let's just stick with chubby. Why are they chubby? They sew lots of details on their sometimes kooky, sometimes beautiful dresses by hand. A lot of details. They're inside. A lot. They eat a lot of candy. They live in southern California. They drive everywhere and they don't get lots of exercise.
But now they're thinner, and they had to chronicle their "getting healther"/losing weight for Vogue. By their account, it sounded pretty miserable. Daily visits to a trainer, delivered meals (that part didn't sound so bad). And no candy.
Isn't Anna Wintour outrageous! She's great. She thinks people are too fat and she makes them diet.
