The secret is out. The girls at Victoria Secret sent me over to the Pink side of the store because it "caters to our younger crowd who are too small for the regular bras." Yup, the secret is out. Then, this girl proceeds to give me a bra fitting and as she is measuring me she says, "Oh, wow! You are tiny." Nice, thanks for that. Off I go to the junior section of the store where it looks like someone threw up a hundred gallons of Pepto. I am handed their smallest size and sent back to the fitting room where I overhear the girls gabbing about the boys they like. I wasn't really paying attention until I overheard one girl ask, "Wait, what year were you born?" The reply: "'93". I laughed out loud because that is the year I graduated from high school!