Picture a woman. Actually, picture one of those supermodels from the nineties, who embodied the fashion world’s belief that the body was just a hanger to drape fabric from. Picture the way their skin canyons where bone meets their socket, their exaggerated clavicles, the long ropes of their spines. Their faces, ghostly with malnutrition. But lovely, nonetheless, in that way a near-death experience can be, everything human starved away.
