Now I'm not a religious guy, so don't take me the wrong way. But I'm sure the the Big J.C. would be somewhat perturbed by all the "Miracle" products made for women. I mean, he died and whatnot to save mankind from sin, and I assume that events like those should be reserved for the term "miracle". Instead, we have: 1. The MiracleBra. 2. The MiracleWrap Sarong thing. 3. The MiracleBikini. 4. The MiraclePanties. Etc Etc Etc, ad nauseum and on and on. The miracle bra makes a lady's t!ts look bigger, or less saggy and worn out, or creates fake cleavage, or whatever. The miracle wrap, and the miracle bikini, for that matter, simply hides big fat a$$es and flabby thighs while on the beach. The miracle panties hold a big sloppy a$$ in place and keeps it, and a saggy b!tch gut, from drooping out of place and looking like ****. So, Jesus Christ endures days of tortue and dies on the cross to wash away the sins of all manking. Somehow, clothes designed to hide the fat and lazy a$$es, small or pancake boobs, and cellulite ridden stumps of women now fall into the same catergory. Here's an idea, you fat lazy hogs: WORK OUT. GO THE THE GYM.