Ever since I was a baby, I have always peeled the labels off of everything. It would drive my mother insane to come home to see I had peeled off the labels to my barbie dream house. It’s something I’ve always done… Just wondering today if it’s a metaphor for life? Do I always have to peel back the labels and see what’s lying naked beneath? It would explain so much about how I don’t fit in a box. I hate stereotypes and labels and judgment. Just curious.