The world needs more wholesome "She Wore Nothing but a Smile" depictions.
Like...
She was reclining on a lawn chair, wearing nothing but big sunglasses and an even bigger, friendly smile as her well-lotioned skin soaked up the sun. "Well hey there neighbor!" she called as you approached, "Beautiful day for a tan, isn't it? You comin' to the cookout later?"
Random reminder that in a society where clothing is optional, the act of wearing clothing itself becomes a method of self-expression.
So like, wearing just a jacket and no pants? That's a fashion statement.
Wearing #pants? That's a statement about wearing pants.
In fact, from now on I'm going to pretend it that all pants are some sort of fashion statement.
