I'll admit that I'm probably not the most stylish person. There's a reason I'd probably have no problem fitting in at a NASCAR race, so if you're looking for fashion advice, head over to the style channel. However, I'd like to believe that I can recognize a horrific creation when I see one, and this is about as bad as it gets. It reminds me of when I used to hide in the giant piles of pool tubes at my friend's house. That or a really weird female version of the Michelin Man.