I found it again a few weeks ago – words scrawled in black magic marker on the back of this old comp card from 1992. The kind of marker we used to sniff, chasing cheap highs to escape cheaper realities. The words hit harder than any chemical ever could:
"Fat girls don't model. That's what they say.
Seventeen. Size 16. Or 20 if the agency didn't care. Depends on the wardrobe.
The makeup artist's hands shake when he contours my face. Like fat might be contagious. So "boooooteeefull" says the...