Size Zero by Victoire Dauxerre

Author:Victoire Dauxerre
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2016-12-07T16:00:00+00:00

Home Sweet Home

I spent the flight snuggled up in the big white sweater that Dad had bought me from Abercrombie when we arrived in New York. I caught my reflection in a mirror at the airport and I realised that I really did have the perfect figure for clothes like these, which I would never have dared to wear six months earlier. Big white sweaters are only pretty on thin girls. Fortunately it also had a fleece lining, because I was shivering even more than usual, no doubt on account of exhaustion but also because of the emotion of going home, even if it would only be for a few hours.

And I’d had to fight even to get that: Seb had been planning for me to fly directly to Milan from New York. I thought I was going to kill him there and then, but instead I said that if it was going to be like that, then I was quitting completely. Initially, he didn’t believe me, but he eventually realised that I was serious and, miracle of miracles, what had been ‘absolutely impossible, darling, it’s much too complicated’ suddenly became entirely possible. I needed to remember that for future occasions.

Mum and Dad were waiting for me at the airport when I arrived. How glad I was to see them again and how lucky I was to have such wonderful parents. The boys were there when we got home. I really did love them. I unpacked my bags and gave each of them a little present, which I think they were pleased with. Alex made fun of my curly hair, which was a result of Jeremy Laing giving us all African braids. He also showed me the search results when you googled my name – it was crazy! I saw the photos of the shows once again but, above all, I discovered what people had been saying about me. ‘Wait till you see the best comment of all,’ Alex said, and showed me a post where somebody had said that I looked like a man and called me the ‘yeti of the catwalks’ because of that photo where I had goose bumps and you could see my body hair. And there was another one from a girl who I didn’t know at all saying that she knew me and that I’d ‘always been a bitch’. All this made Alexis crack up, but what he didn’t realise was that, for me, it was hurtful. I made up my mind never to google my name and I asked them never to tell me what was being written about me.

My little Léo gave me a thousand hugs and Plume nestled his face up against my nose, with his paws on my neck, and spent the night purring. It felt so good to be home and I didn’t want to leave again.

I didn’t want to go to Milan. It was too much effort, it was too soon and I wanted to give up this profession.

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