I got a romper. It has a droopy pouch where the crotch should be. It screams yoga retreat. I love it. I’ve always felt like a hippy and now that I look a bit less circus-tent-like in loose clothing, I’m going to dress like one as I’ve always desired. Yes, I’ll continue to bathe. Yes, I’ll shave. No, I won’t smell like patchouli. Real friends let friends wear drooping-crotch, diaper-like rompers and they don’t say a word. You hear that Michele? They don’t say a WORD 😂