We are sold the idea that beauty is protection — that enough scent and smoothness will shield us from loneliness, heartbreak, odor, and even harm. By the time I realized it was all an illusion, that bottles of fruit and flowers are full of nothing but false promises, both my marriage and fashion career had collapsed and I was left to stare down single motherhood and middle age with a body I barely recognized.
— Read more in My So-Scented Life: After decades of masking myself in fragrance, I’m finally learning to live in my own scent at The Cut.