They really are. She appears to be wearing a snowsuit under that skirt. I can't tell if she's wearing leggings or some sort of trouser or if those are actually tights; it's impossible to tell the difference with legs that huge and misshapen. I think they're trousers of some sort--they wrinkle around the knee and inside calves, but again, that could be knee fupas and fat lumps or plain old lymphedema (or any combination of those).  And notice that even with a tulle dress/skirt, whose delicacy and ephemeral quality demands the merest whisper of a shoe beneath it (preferably with a hint of sparkle or sheen), she is wearing stout ankle-high lace-up wedges with rubber soles, of the sort that normal women wear with casual daytime outfits in winter. This is because A) she is way too fat to walk in proper heels without falling on her face; B) her weight would snap a regular heel off before she manages to take three steps; and C) the sort of delicate, pretty shoe that she should be wearing is far too fragile to contain those blubbery boats she calls feet (not to mention how gross it would look, to have her undoubtedly nasty splay-toed potato feet sticking out from otherwise pretty party shoes).  I cannot fathom the idea of going out and buying a party dress made of lace and tulle, and then throwing a pair of thick pants and casual boots underneath it and declaring myself "holiday party ready." And thinking I look stylish and cute, as opposed to the reality that i'd look like a toddler who wants to wear a princess dress, but it's too cold out so Mommy made me wear winter clothes underneath it. Even a toddler knows that snowpants and short wellies ruin the outfit; how does this ostensibly grown-up lardbarge not get that? And by the way, Piggy, that is not a "gold leaf crown," it is a gold leaf tiara, and it looks stupid on you.