That headline is not entirely fair; this is a glamorous custom gown, and she’s come a long way from the year she won Fug Madness. She seems happy, and her tongue is inside her mouth, and her outfit is not held on by laces. But I do wish it had committed a bit more assertively to itself.
From the side, it’s so loosely draped on her chest, and even more loosely lined. Which is to say, not at all. There’s no real reason I can see to have left this so flimsy — the top is taken care of; just keep the party going, y’all — unless she has some kind of underwear endorsement deal.
Imagine if we couldn’t see all the way through to her prime meridian. It’s so much better! Your crack is not an accessory! If that makes me an old crabby husk of a person, well, we already knew that was the case; pass the Centrum Silver.