SCARS on the SOUL
Jan 12, 2020
2 minutes
by Sarah Quigley
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I’m standing in a fiercely lit changing room, waiting for Joao-from-Portugal to bring me smaller jeans and a bigger top. I used to think ‘Joao’ was a totally exotic name until I visited Lisbon and realised that every second man in Portugal is called Joao. “It’s our equivalent of John,” smiles Portuguese Joao, bustling off to the racks.
Standing there surrounded by full-length mirrors, I can’t
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