Regardless, girlfriend still needs some therapy. Some fashion therapy. And I don't mean the kind where you go buy yourself some 4-inch patent leather red pumps because that punk forgot your birthday--again--and he will never notice that $89.00 charge to Zappos on his credit card.
I mean some therapy like an intervention where her friends say, "No, honey, you do not look cute in a mumu no matter how short it is (yikes!) or how tan you are. Just no. We love you, but no. Although we have to admit, you've got some great gams."