
From this angle, I'm on board: I like the chartreuse pop, the teal is pretty on her, and there's something cool about the overall cut. In bar terms: There is a potential hottie across the room, so you start to make deliberate eye contact with come-hither undertones.

From this angle, the fit on her left side looks potentially wonky, and I wonder if it's maybe a smidge too tight. In bar terms: You are about to engage in conversation with Random Potential Paramour when you notice the smell of burning plastic, and it might be emanating from his/her mouth, and MAYBE his/her eye is twitching slightly in a suspicious manner? But it's too late now so you are stuck making small-talk.

And from this angle it seems to take away all her shape entirely, and it's weird on her boobs, and the construction looks like it might be sloppy. Suddenly the love is ebbing. In bar terms: Holy GOD, did this person just liquefy a My Little Pony and then drink it as a milkshake? And is the left eye communicating with someone in Morse Code, or is he/she just super cracked out on something? Like maybe crack? And, oh, God, is that a coke pinky I see? And did he/she just say he/she hates football? ABORT. ABORT.

However, look at her face. So pretty. So, so pretty. That can salvage a lot. In bar terms, of course, this kind of swerve means you are wearing beer goggles and you'd better hope your wingmen are paying attention, or else you will wake up in a strange home with the melted carcasses of a dozen children's toys littered around the bed. But in real life, it just means that it's yet another example of how being super gorgeous doesn't always mean every single dress is cut to fit. In other words, even the pretty people can have the same problems as the rest of us. It's kind of comforting, weirdly.
