Adele has lost weight. It shouldn’t be news, but it is. She was pictured last week sitting on a chair, beaming in a black velvet dress, looking beautiful because she is beautiful, and looking thinner than she ever has before. She has, she says on Instagram, replaced crying with sweating.
So Adele is thin now. Or thinner than she used to be. She has discovered working out and the joys that come from endorphins. She has also probably discovered the joy that comes from slipping into clothes which were always too small for you, or people checking you out on the street and compliments from friends. Raised eyebrows and the words ‘I know I shouldn’t say this, but you look amazing’. All the standard, glorious fare that comes from getting thinner.
I’ve been there. You probably have too. That moment when you really get the bit between your teeth and shrink your body in a noticeable way, in a way that people want to praise. You spend evenings dancing around the house in clothes that you stashed at the back of the wardrobe and gazing at your form in the mirror. You run your hands over your body when you wake up in the morning, working out whether you’ve shed another half a pound in the night.
Excerpted from Grazia