So my dad dragged me into this store that I've never been to, Lucky Brand (which has fuckin amazing clothes btw), because he's gonna buy jeans.

I'm sitting down, on the floor, waiting for him to end his shopping spree, when I notice the label at the top of a buncha jeans

And I think “ha, well I'm not” and I laugh at my own little joke.

But then, I look around at the other labels on all the other categories

and feel worse and worse by the second because they're all the complete opposite of me

Now, at this point, I'm on the verge of tears.

But then, I look at the last label, hidden away in the corner of the store, sitting there clear and proud

And I smile a lil because that's just the only word that I can think of to describe myself that isn't offensive