From the front, I can still pass for a typical chunky midwesterner (hey, my peeps need some padding to survive our long cold winters, it's evolution at its cheese-curd-induced finest).
From the side, I think I have a reasonably established bump, especially when wearing form fitting clothing.
But the angle I see most often, looking straight down at what appears to be a beach ball:
barely shows my toes poking out any more! And I may have been leaning forward to capture that image. So don't ask me why my toenails haven't been painted, why my socks don't match, or why my big toes are hairy. Out of sight, out of mind. See you in the new year, little piggies.
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