That Insta is something else. There really is no limit to how many sycofats will make fawning comments over awful, awful pictures, is there? "Your[sic] so gorgeous! !! Your[sic] so electrifying! !!" to a picture of her in a too-small leather jacket (it's the tamest leather jacket in the world, and she considers it "edgy," apparently) looking like a Polynesian Quasimodo. "So much epicness in one photo!" another enthuses like a moron, to a photo of her wearing that same childish Hello Kitty shirt. Yes, sigh, that is epic. We have the prose edda, the Greatest Story Ever Told, the works of Shakespeare and Dickens, Gone With the Wind, Lord of the Rings, Shogun...and now we have a fat girl in a mass-produced t-shirt with a lame cartoon character for nine-year-olds printed on it. EPIC. "But here I am today wearing lingerie, in the winter, posing in front of a window, feeling incredible and I’m sure people outside could see my butt." Honey, I'm sure people on Mars could see your butt.