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"The more banged up the better," he declared as we stood in front of H&M, looking at the pale, milky white legs of the thin plastic models.
They were faceless beings with perfect bodies that compelled any passing girl to transform themselves into the same form. The latest Vogue declared that women should have gangly limbs and pointy faces, the poise of an arrow, to show their determination in effort to further the feminist era. Show them boys what they can't have, the text declared, be the tease, the flirt and the flawless canvas that can't be marked up - I looked at my legs, they were covered in nylon stockings to look blemish free. "I like the scrapes, the bruises, the discolored spots..." he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the mannequin mirage. I found my thighs rubbing together as my boyfriend continued on about masked perfection. I wonder if he'll say the same words if I take off my stockings and reveal my cuts no one has ever seen.
"...The more the better! It means that she's unafraid to fall. You can't be caught if you refuse to fall."
