Thin, Thinner

All that talk about fashion needing realistic bodies and more diversity didn’t land. Victoria’s Secret had their New York show and the runways were the same skeletal parade—models so thin you could count their ribs, wrapped in nothing but minimal bikinis.

Cara Delevingne was there, and she gets a pass. But watching Hilary Rhoda in that turquoise scrap of nothing, I had this dark fantasy. I wanted to corner her, corner all of them, and force-feed them actual food until they looked human. It’s crude and sexual and violent in this weird way, but there’s something satisfying about the impulse. A physical refusal of the whole sick system. Eat. Become. Stop being a ghost for someone’s profit margin.