In the books there is very little mention of her being a hunchback. They didn’t need to spend so much time it
The witcher approached, watchful and silent. He saw her left shoulder, slightly higher than her right.
He continued watching. She had the figure of a twenty-year-old although he preferred not to guess her real age. She moved with a natural, unaffected grace. No, there was no way of guessing what she’d been like before, what had been improved. He stopped thinking about it; there wasn’t any sense.
But he suddenly knew the truth. He knew it. He knew what she used to be.
That’s interesting and all, but I don’t see how that helps their case that this challenged beauty standards. If anything, it reinforces beauty standards because she hated being ugly and was very happy to be made beautiful, and just about every person around her reinforced that.
In the books there is very little mention of her being a hunchback. They didn’t need to spend so much time it
That’s interesting and all, but I don’t see how that helps their case that this challenged beauty standards. If anything, it reinforces beauty standards because she hated being ugly and was very happy to be made beautiful, and just about every person around her reinforced that.