Generally, when we think of cleavage, we think of something sexy: a woman in a low-cut top, a pair of vampy stilettos, or the perfect pinacoidal cleavage of a chunk of plogopite mica. Okay, maybe not that last one.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure that cleavage has never brought to mind something you’d see peeking out of a pair of sweatpants sagging under the weight of a fanny pack. Until now. You’re welcome.