I got this because of the other reviews saying it was fit really small. After I received it, I tried it on and exactly how other people have said its cut small. It fit me perfectly but the biggest issue I had was the length. I am a 6' 1" athletic guy and the shoulders and chest were perfect but then the shirt came halfway down my thighs. Solely because of the length and the inability to shrink the shirt I had to send it back and get a refund.
I received this shirt in the mail from an anonymous buyer. My dogs wouldn't go near the box. I tried to open it, but the eerie hum it emitted got worse as I got nearer. Eventually I was able to open it with a shish kebob stick. Inside was this tank top.
When I put this shirt on, I am immediately aware of my cosmic-feminine side and my roaring tiger side. I am their patchwork offspring, and the whirling stars are open before me, in the same configurations as they were above ancient Greece.
When i was in L.A., a thug tried to stab me in the heart when I refused to share my beaded parka with him (I suspect he had lice), but his hand disappeared into the fabric of this shirt, and we were both transported deep into the cosmos, Queen rock ballads blaring in our ears, and all of the secrets of creation unfolding before us like a smegma-coated Denny's menu. I watched as the star-woman from the shirt's beautiful graphic sprang to life, and her kiss rent his soul from his body and flung it into an asteroid, where it exploded in a halo of fairies and spinning CDs. When I returned to the present day, my house was burned down around me, and a cloud of mustard gas hung over the pit where it once stood. The shirt had protected me.
As I write this, I am wearing the tank top and flexing my biceps. Every time I do, the flex syncs with the heartbeat of the Old Gods, and spirit tigers appear to me, beckoning me home. But if I join them, this shirt may fall into the wrong hands, and the armies of darkness will cover the earth in their space-woman Tiger-venom.