I love almost everything about my French teacher: her pixie haircut, her giant hand bags, her sense of humor, her graceful hand gestures, but she is so painfully thin that I just want to feed her salami and lard sandwiches until she can’t hide behind a broom handle anymore.
I absolutely LOVE THIS!
And completely understand your frustrations!
I was once walking up some stairs behind a woman so horrifyingly thin that I could see each tendon and bone in her ankles and <em>I swear</e> I could see the tendons cutting tiny paper-cut like slashes in her skin.
It was all I could do to not run up the stairs and offer her a hearty bowl of gnocchi with Gorgonzola. Or a bandaid for her ankle, at the very least.