Slipping in and out of pesky wetsuits is a pain, particularly when the only place you have to do it in is some beach parking lot littered with broken glass and unidentified pools of liquid resembling various bodily secretions, all with only a car door to protect your fragile modesty from the prying eyes of the world. Fortunately for us, Jennifer Lawrence's pain in this area became our pleasure, when she was forced to go through this process after her day at the beach was concluded.
No doubt some of you will scoff at Jennifer's minor cellulite issues. You have that right, I suppose. She doesn't have the body of your perfect super model type. I don't know why anyone would be picky about that, though. I doubt most of you are the sorts of people who have a shot at attracting a perfect body. I'm certainly not. Besides, I would imagine being with a so-called perfect woman would be a nerve-wracking experience for a decidedly imperfect guy like myself, full of doubt and tension over whether you could ever hope to be enough. A gal like Jennifer is much more my speed - hot as hell and intensely desirable, yet human enough to come with a few rough spots.