I guess I don't have to wonder how she sits down in it and stays sanitary, because there is a liner built right over the dress. Or, "dress." I think I have longer t-shirts in my gym-clothes drawer.
Amid everything that's happening here, I can't put away my fear that the skirt just wraps around and Velcros in the front.
I am having to stare WAY too hard at those hotpants to understand them. And paired with the heavy sweater, she just looks like someone who thought she'd be sitting at a desk all day and so didn't bother to get dressed from the waist down.
Seriously, there are shorts, and then there are... would we call these formal micro-shorts? Regardless, her enthusiasm for these ensembles simply leaps off the page. We are drowning in her jubilation.
This is... better. Not great, perhaps? But definitely better, helped by the fact that she isn't glowering at the camera lens like it forced her into a pair of sparkly bandage spankies. However, at the very least, it needs head-styling that doesn't look like she just got off the elliptical and is waiting in line for the leg press. I guess every step forward comes with a backward stumble.
Huzzah - at least we can end on a comparative high note.