Gemma

..has some meat upon her long and beautiful bones, much to the horror of fashion-y sorts all expentantly awaiting her proclaimed return to high fashion this year. If you sit very, very still and listen very, very carefully.. there.. hear that noise? It's the noise of the hounds baying for her blood, waiting to dissect her image and count every dimple upon those thighs and contast them unfavourably with photographs of her taken 6 years ago when she was still half-child.

Isn't it funny the one-dimensional love affair people have with those who are famous? So intense is their attachment to one image of a person that they cannot compute or stand it when that image changes from their expectations. When someone changes - as everyone and everything does - they are suddenly well and truly cast out of favour despite remaining the complex person they always were in the first place, all because one physical aspect of them is different.

Moral here is that if one likes a certain image or interpretation of a person then they should keep a picture of that image and hold onto it for dear life; for in reality that image has been fading and changing since the moment it was captured, and until one realises that they will remain in danger of mortal disappointment when it suddenly becomes apparent that the object of their love is, indeed, a three-dimensional human and not the one-dimensional construct they held so dear.

Gemma, you are beautiful - and don't let anyone ever tell you [not] to change!