it actuall y is !
i am, of course, talking about the depressing and idiotic system of clothing sizes.
I went bra shopping today, which is my least favorite thing in the world to do, as i HATE my body with a passion unmatched, and came away with nothing, and depressed.
went into H&M, and tried some sale stuff on. I got a lovely skirt and a lovely dress from h&m (photos when i don't feel so crappy)
got home, looked at the sizes properly
the skirt (slightly tight...) is a UK 8.
the dress (billowing but fitted over my stupid big boobs) is a UK size