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Lena Dunham Says She Will No Longer Allow Herself to Be Photoshopped

Photo: Annie Leibovitz/Vogue

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Lena Dunham and Photoshop have never truly seen eye-to-eye, but in this morning's issue of her newsletter, Lenny Letter, she confirmed that she's officially done with it for good.

In an essay entitled, "Retouched By an Angel," she discusses her first time being introduced to Photoshop (it was during a Take Your Daughter to Work Day at Allure Magazine) as well as the scandal surrounding her 2014 Vogue cover — namely, the $10,000 reward Jezebel offered to anyone who could provide the un-retouched images. She also recalled last week's debacle with Spanish magazine Tentaciones, in which she accused the magazine of Photoshopping her body, then apologized for "making them the problem."

On the latter subject, she said, "But seeing the photo got me thinking about the real issue, which is that I don't recognize my own fucking body anymore."

Her solution? Ban Photoshop completely. She writes:

The gap between what I believe and what I allow to be done to my image has to close now. If that means no more fashion-magazine covers, so be it. I respect the people who create those magazines and the job they have to do. I thank them for letting me make a few appearances and for making me feel gorgeous along the way. But I bid farewell to an era when my body was fair game.

The essay ends thusly: "And now, without further ado, I want to be able to pick my own thigh out of a lineup."