So, I work with a sausage. And this is honestly the kindest way to describe my cubicle neighbor's daily appearance. Somedays, I swear I can hear her suit buttons crying. And it's not that she's particularly fat -- she's not thin, but not ginormous -- but she is under the impression that purchasing little people's clothes will make her look hot. Now, don't get me wrong, I am all for formfitting clothing -- but if your form is that of a snowman, please do not dress like a prostitute. Snowmen can be attractive too, but I guarantee you they don't shop at Express. Go to Dress Barn.
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