When I was in grad school, my friends and I would do a poetry workshop in a cafe where one of the tables was decorated with this poster from the 1890s. Start your week off right, and check it out.
So why suffer horrible tortures with inferior mechanical devices that artifically fatten? Don’t look like the poor unfortunate on the left above, who, shorn of her artificial inflationary devices & pads must, in the confines of her bedroom, through shame, try to cover her poor thin figure from the gaze of her beloved spouse…
Poor thin girls!
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