It’s a funny thing, being a feminist surrounded by women on weight-loss drugs. As someone who recognises the health risks of being clinically obese, I’ve never been a fat liberationist – but pretty much all of us used to be against prescribed beauty standards. In practice this meant we would critique the harmful impacts of the ‘size zero’ or ‘heroin chic’ trends rather than obsess over having gained a few pounds over Christmas. Yet, with the rise of weight-loss jabs, skinniness has become a norm rather than a feminist discussion. And twee ideas about ‘being good’ or ‘cheating’ have been replaced by – well – feeling too nauseous to cheat at all. 

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Which is why Easter is a fascinating holiday in this era of weight-loss jabs. After all, for many Western agnostics, Holy Week is as much about its chocolate trade as it is its Christian sentiments. What will Easter look like with so many saying no to chocolate bunnies and eggs, I wonder? Will the........

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