Keira Knightly puts the tabloid media in its place, in an effort to dispel rumors that she has an eating disorder and to take yet another opportunity to let working class Americans know just how rough life is as a jet-setting millionairess:

I hate red carpet events; I absolutely hate them.  I don’t like the fact that people write, “Oh you look like crap” in print. Or “I don’t like your arms.”

I’m not Wonder Woman.  I have self-esteem problems.  Everybody does.  You know, skinny people are allowed to feel shit about themselves.

I haven’t a clue about how much I weigh.  I do not own any scales.

I call bullshit.  You can’t tell me that someone who has done, oh say roughly, 2 billion interviews on her weight issues doesn’t own a set of scales.  Granted, at her weight, she’d likely need to use those ones designed for weighing grapes at the grocery store.

And before any of you get indignant and go and feel sorry for Keira, consider this:

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The one on the left is Keira circa 2005, slight but still at what could be considered a healthy body size.  And then right, 2007, on the red carpet looking like a skeleton covered in a death shroud.

Perhaps Keira should stop and wonder why SO many people are concerned about her weight and why she isn’t.