Anorexia and bulimia, by the way, are still very much in. These models, they were like kindling with skin. They were like paper cuts with eyes. They were like tiny confused birds weaned on a diet of Pop-Tarts and Diet Pepsi and cigarettes and acne medication and then stretched out on racks until they reach six feet tall, at which point they have all traces of authentic femininity surgically removed and their infinitesimal bee-sting breasts sucked into their concave chests to the point where they look like their skin was one giant FoodSaver bag vacuum-sucked around their rib cages, with what appeared to be their butts replaced with these tiny little half-filled water balloons and they marched down the runways like sullen teenagers who never learned to masturbate.
Oh my God. Kill me now.