When Connie went up to her bedroom she did what she had not done for a long time: took off all her clothes, and looked at herself naked in the huge mirror.
She did not know what she was looking for, or at, very definitely, yet she moved the lamp till it shone full on her.
Y pensaba, como había pensado tantas veces... ¡qué cosa tan frágil, tan vulnerable, más bien patética es un cuerpo humano, desnudo; de algún modo un poco inacabado, incompleto!
She had been supposed to have rather a good figure, but now she was out of fashion: a little too female, not enough like an adolescent boy.
She was not very tall, a bit Scottish and short; but she had a certain fluent, down-slipping grace that might have been beauty.
Her skin was faintly tawny, her limbs had a certain stillness, her body should have had a full, down-slipping richness; but it lacked something.
En vez de madurar sus firmes curvas descendentes, su cuerpo se iba aplanando y volviendo un poco áspero. Era como si no hubiera tenido suficiente sol y calor; era un tanto cetrino y desprovisto de savia.
Decepcionada de su verdadera feminidad, no había logrado volverse aniñada, ni insustancial, ni transparente; en su lugar, se había vuelto opaca.
Her breasts were rather small, and dropping pear-shaped. But they were unripe, a little bitter, without meaning hanging there.