Life after quarantine has likely taken hardbodies away for the foreseeable future, but has ushered in the time of the curvy, softbodies. So, some good came of the coronavirus panic.
Face it, I’ve made a few points abundantly clear over the many years: I am not a dog; I am not a necromancer; and I feel many hardbodies are just presenting different, healthier symptoms of the same mental disease the fashion victims suffer from. So yeah! I’m more than happy that these are the days of curves and soft, feminine forms.
However, that being said, I’m a firm believer in diversity in beauty and I find little point in arguing matters of taste, especially when my own tastes are more guidelines than firm rules. Hence, I do miss the hardbodies and hope they make a quick comeback.