In my homeland of Brazil, known as Plastic Surgery Capital of the World, one of the worst things one can be – besides old, disabled and black – is fat. Worse still is being a fat woman. And perhaps even worse than that is being told so (nicely) by other women, when image matters so much in this society.
“I am here in Europe in search of an arm, of a hand, in search of brethren, in search of that big heart that is sensitized by this cause, because the food that is eaten here in Europe comes with Indian blood.” – Ládio Veron
They mistook pragmatism for socialism. What the hell have they done?
Fast food for athletes, earthquake survivor, Michael Phelps using my pen: just another day covering the Olympics.
An Italian resident captivated by Brazil speaks with sadness of the major backward steps the country has been taking, with the impeachment of its first female president and a growing fundamentalist wave.
The announcement that Rio de Janeiro would host the 2016 Olympics represented a happier, more hopeful time than the actual games in this difficult period for the city and Brazil – I’d like to remember it here.