It was October 2019, and I was standing in the middle of St. Pancras station in London, soaking wet and vibrating with pure, unadulterated rage. I had spent six months saving up for a vintage Burberry trench I found on a resale site. It was labeled ‘Petite,’ but as I tried to navigate the turnstiles, …
If your skirt hits the widest part of your calf, you have already lost. I don’t care if it’s silk, I don’t care if it cost three hundred dollars, and I definitely don’t care if some influencer in Copenhagen says it’s ‘the silhouette of the season.’ You look like you’re hiding a shoplifted ham in …
