The ugly truth behind how society pressures women to look good all the time
It was August 2011. I had left the office to wade through the thickening air and clammy tourists clogging up Times Square to get the Q train back to Brooklyn.
Leaning against the brick wall of the subway platform, I began to run through the events of day in my head. (Did I send those samples back to Gucci? Did I make yet another stupid mistake? What am I doing with my life?) And then I saw her. A girl in her late teens, sitting by herself, shiny black hair falling around a thin, porcelain face.
She was holding her iPhone in front of her, awkwardly trying to take a photo of herself, checking the camera, sighing heavily, then attempting to take another photo. I glanced around me, wanting to catch someone's eye so that I could confirm that this girl was actually taking a photo of herself with her phone on the subway platform. What was happening?