I'll never forget my first aware public sighting. It was a woman fitting this description and then some. Brunette, kind of homely bespectacled hippie mom crusing through the old pre-renovation King of Prussia Plaza. Skinny as a pole, arms and legs like sticks, gaunt face but ALL of her body fat concentrated in her breasts. Pendulous beasts that started at her collarbone but sloped dramatically down and outwards in excess of her body width, ending just at her waistline.
The most memorable thing was the threadbare blue Philadelphia Folk Festival tshirt stretched somehow across her expanse. I have yet to see a screenprint deformed that badly. I did have a friend at Hooters that made a Marilyn Monroe tee look like marty feldman- but nothing like this.