It’s so bad that my fiancée has some bras that say she’s a B cup and others that says she’s a D cup. In order to go bra shopping, you have to actually try them on to find out if they fit.
If I had to try on underwear to see if they fit, I might not bother with underwear at all!
They’re new shoes, not my old ratty ones
What can I say I found out at 14 that all-blacked converse hi-tops look good on me and so why bother changing