This book is a memoir by Jen Lancaster. During one chapter, she writes about what New York City was like when she went to go visit. In the book, she keeps saying how in Chicago (where she is from) people are allowed to be heavy; whereas in NYC people are not allowed to be heavy, everyone has to be skinny.
"We went to all kinds of cool places, but every single one of them was just...so small. This happened last time I was there, too, but its only now I'm able to put my finger on what bothered me. Anyway the tables were wee. The chairs were delicate. The bathrooms were bite-sized. Everyone there is little because there's simply no room for their bodies to expand, kind of like they're all living Kk an overcrowded fish tank. There was something Dostoyevsky about the place, like everyone gets their square foot of space, and they can't take up more than that" pg 183
