Seriously. Why did this shape ever exist?
I have never understood why it caught on.
I mean, you really want to waddle around in saggy-ass pants, with your fish lips, your spraddle hips, teeny-tiny baby hands and a permanently unhappy expression, well, you do you, be...happy with that, I guess? But trust me, no one else gets it.
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