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I seriously hear you. You have to dig hard to find anything decent in those departments.
This is why I shop in the men’s section. If it isn’t an eyesore and fugly beyond belief, it’s an homage to medieval torture devices.
remember junior high when everything you wore seemed awkward on you? it’s like it never went away.
BUT, you know there are those women out there that think that stuff is amazing. crazy.