The quality of the photography here is so good. Which means that from time to time, you're forced to confront realities that maybe the viewer wasn't meant to see. One of the scariest things I've spotted—not often, but you just can't unsee it whenever it pops up—is areola reduction surgeries. I know we're supposed to support the body positivity evident in anyone taking charge of their self-presentation, but where did the idea come from that this was an improvement, that large areolae were somehow a blemish and not in fact a beautiful distinction, something to be celebrated and envied instead of reduced and removed? Some people seem to rush to pose so soon after a surgery that the skin is still papery ar0und the wound, the stitching still visible, and successive sets act as a record of that slow transition.
Ouch.
