Before I came here, so many people told me, “There are no fat people in Paris.” But I think this misses something more telling. There are “no” stunningly athletic people either.
There just doesn’t seem to be much gusto for spending two hours in the gym here. The people don’t seem very prone to our extremes. And they are not, to my eyes, particularly thin.
They look like how I remember people looking in 1983. I suspect they look this way because of some things that strike me—the constant movement, the diet, the natural discomfort—are part of their culture.
Coates, Ta-Nehisi. “There Are No Fat People in Paris.” The Atlantic. 30 Jul. 2013.