The "fashion phase" I regret is when I was around thirteen. I stopped dressing in stuff I liked and started buying whatever cheap $5 t-shirt I could find at Kmart because I craved something new. I still get flashbacks to that too-small, grey and metallic-gold Mickey Mouse t-shirt... Oh shit...
The "fashion phase" I'm most proud of is the era where I wore neon pink fishnet gloves every day as a nine-year-old. Wow, truly pushing boundaries. What an icon. Slay
Finally, the "fashion" phase I'm in now is... my creativity era. I hope this one ISN'T A PHASE, MOM!!! because it's really exciting. I'm painting all over old clothes, doing fun DIYs, and finding outfit inspiration in unexpected places– like art and movies.