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When I was a kid I was very fucking spoiled. My mom and her husband (not actually married) would take me everywhere, buy me everything and I was like the queen of their world. My world came crashing down not so long after. My mom was in the hospital and me and my 3 sibling moved in with my grandma, 2 aunties, 3 cousins, and the parade of family that came by over the weekend. I've, since then, coped with clothes! How do "be yourself" when your mom treats you like a princess, sister treats you like a cockroach, grandma treats you like a baby and your cousin treated you like an annoying cousin? You dress like you if you were an intergalactic, whale riding explorer that doesn't take shit from anyone.

When your the poor kid you only get one chance a year. One chance to define your self for the next year. Make cool friends with weird style, learn to fix broken this or add shit to existing shit and it like hitting the jackpot. The clothes never stop evolving in my closet. What was once a pair of denim shorts are now part of a funky denim purse.