We’re obscured not by cloth but by disregard, by the way men are taught to devalue us and we are taught to devalue ourselves. It’s only beauty—and specifically femininity, and even more specifically, sexual attractiveness to men—that burns through the fog. It’s no wonder we’ll kill ourselves chasing it. Beauty is a currency, but it’s also a baseline: the place you have to stand to be noticed, the thing that makes you real.