Modern beauty standards glorify anemic thinness. Wearing a size 46 is considered an act on the verge of a foul, not to mention 48. Is there really no place for healthy femininity in this crazy world? The heroine of this novel is a collective image of a modern city woman obsessed with self-improvement. I dedicate this book to everyone who is horrified by the word “chocolate”, and to those who can barely stand on their feet from weakness, to those whose hair and teeth are falling out from countless diets. I hope that after reading it, at least one person, snacking on low-fat kefir with a cherry tomato, will think that fashion is a convention, and real beauty is inside...