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I never thought I'd THANK a blogger for putting up bikini pics of a celeb...

... but the dude over at Egotastic has finally posted photos of someone above a size 2.*  Not only that, he defends her hotness against those people who would say she's too fat to be attractive in a bikini!  AND since the blog doesn't have a comments section, I can just pretend that's the end of it.  No trolls!  Hooray huzzah and yippeeee!

That is all.**





* Yes, I'm aware she's probably still only a size 6 or something, but just let me have my moment anyway.

**Okay, yes, I am aware that I haven't posted in forever.  There's a post-in-waiting about my recent trip to Mexico (and bikinis), but this was more pressing, and less work, so you'll just have to wait for the mexico post.

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