Is Mariska Hargitay’s appraisal of her body self-deprecation, the misuse of a term commonly used to mean
“plus-sized,” or the result of working in an industry where
breakfast is a cigarette and a swig of Starbucks? I don’t know, but it depresses the hell out of me.
In the midst of an otherwise resoundingly sane statement about eating in moderation, she describes herself in a jaw-dropping way. From Self’s “Living the Joy,” November:
“I’m a full-figured woman.”
I can’t decide what’s sadder: the idea that the healthy-looking Hargitay is a Hollywood version of full-figured, or that actresses with sharp-as-knives shoulder blades are considered so average that, in comparison, she actually is.