Ah, I hate labels. Labels make something, SOMETHING. It makes it ONE thing, nothing else. Milk can't be ketchup, it is milk.
I went to Nordstroms on Sunday with my mom to buy new bras. I was measured by the lady there and I'm officially a D. I am labeled a D. Everyone I try to explain this to doesn't get it but for some reason I've always felt that
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