Fashion’s Dirty Secrets, and mine
This is my confession. It’s not dredged from a younger, more foolish Eva. It’s not an unworn lavish purchase I’ve been hiding for years, in fact it’s not a purchase at all. Nor is it a single item I’m lusting after whose materials disagree with any moral or ethical values. It’s not a crumpled old band t-shirt I stole from a friend or a present I never liked but kept anyway. Not even the tartan suit that hangs up in my wardrobe for the day I magically become a size 8. Its A Fe