This has not gone down very well at all with the former pop star, now clothing range guru, and high class perfumiere. Hence, she has taken it upon herself to lash out at the critics, who appear to find something rather disturbing about her protruding bone structure, big fish-eye lens face, and hollow, pip cleaner arms.
She told the Daily Mirror:
“I have a healthy diet, a healthy lifestyle and plenty of energy to run after my three energetic boys and travel the world managing my fashion business.”
Thankfully for the footballer’s wife, before the knives could really come out, she was already back on a comfortable jet plane, heading back to LA – where, presumably, she’s probably considered to be about the normal size – to tuck into a low carb plate of tiny little leaves and miniscule beans that look like pellets. All washed down with transparent low-fat water from the fountains of the gods. Or something. Her withered, hungry presence at London Fashion Week was only felt for a couple of days.
She’s never exactly been far away from scrutiny, that Victoria Beckham, whether it’s her decision to humiliate her sexual life partner by dressing him up in a skirt, or the mystery of her remarkable growing breasts. And now, her place in British hearts as a role model for young girls – girls who simply yearn to escape their boring lives, get a nice tan and marry a footballer who looks great in the flesh, but talks like a frightened mouse stuck in a lift – appears to be a star that might be waning somewhat.
On this she said:
“I appreciate there are young girls and women who look at me as a role model and it is untrue to say I do not eat and I am unhealthy.”
A quote that will come as a blessed relief to the scores of Victoria Beckham fans who have been flirting with the idea of throwing up after meals. It’s not the done thing, girls. Don’t do it.
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