A warning will be discussing eating disorders and sexual abuse.

So if these topics are triggering for you, please take care while listening.

I'll never forget being 15 years old and seeing something nestled in my friend Anna's dresser

drawer.

A deep V burgundy thong with elegant, flute-like gold flowers.

It was a thing of beauty, and it was speaking to me.

It was saying, steal me.

So I did.

I stole my friend Anna's burgundy thong with the gold flowers.

Not because I'm an absolute klepto, but because back then, at 15 years old, I fully believed

in the power of owning and wearing a victorious secret thong.

The brand wasn't just familiar.

We were intimate.

I wasn't sure exactly what they had to say, but I knew that I wanted to go where the

victorious secret angels go.

To a place where your legs don't end until Tucson, and your hair looks like it's made from

blow-dried golden retriever, and you look and feel and walk like a goddamn warrior.

Even when you're on your period.

But what I didn't realize, what I wouldn't realize for decades to come, is that for the

women behind the scenes, and on that runway.

Victoria's Secret was anything but the glittering, seductive spectacle I had fantasized about.

There's been some controversy surrounding Victoria's Secret in recent years.

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