Why, Oh Why must people hate. . .
Here's my hatin' story. . .
I was at Victoria's Secret buying a bra I saw in the window. As soon as I stepped into the store, I saw a sista' in the back at the cash register. As I strolled aroung the store, her eyes were dissecting my every move, but I just ignored it. I couldn't find the bra in the window, so I politely asked her where I could find it. I pointed out the bra I was looking for. Her reply was " Oh, you need bigger breasts to wear that one" as she rolled her eyes and pointed to the rack where the bra was as she walked away. Needless to say, I asked to speak to the manager!! By the way, I wear a "C" cup mind you!!!
There's nothing the eats me up more than sistas who hate on fellow sistas
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