Ms. Richie is one of the worst recent victims of what I call “going Hollywood”: when an attractive young woman becomes popular, adapts herself to the starvling culture that the vanity magazines so adore, and subsequently appears in public as cavernous-cheeked skeleton bags, with hollow sockets for eyes and feminine curves replaced with visible ribs and jaunty pelvis bones.
CNN reports:
Socialite Nicole Richie, whose rail-thin appearance in recent photos has stoked tabloid speculation of an eating disorder, has checked into a treatment facility to address her inability to gain weight, her publicist said Thursday. …
Richie, the 25-year-old daughter of singer Lionel Richie, has publicly acknowledged her obvious loss of weight in recent months, telling Vanity Fair magazine: “I know I’m too thin right now. … I’m not happy with the way I look.”
Ms. Richie, instead of wasting all that money, I’ve got your answer in three delicious syllables:
