For most of my life, I would have declared proudly that I couldn’t give a damn about fashion.
And yet… I did care very deeply about the aesthetics of an outfit, and would sacrifice practicality for something I loved, such as dresses that required a particular slip, skirts that matched no shirts that I currently owned, or sandals that rubbed blisters onto the back of my feet. Once I owned these, even as I resented the impracticality, they latched onto me emotionally saying “love me, love me, KEEP ME,” and I did.