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Growing up in Singapore, where fashion felt limited, I found my way in through Tumblr. Back in 2014, that world almost felt like my oyster with black plastic chokers, Arctic Monkeys tees, white American Apparel tennis skirts, flannels tied around waists, knee-high socks, and Converse. Everyone listened to Lorde, 5 Seconds of Summer, The 1975, and, of course, Arctic Monkeys.
It felt like an escape, a secret club where liking the right bands and wearing the right outfits meant something. For once, I felt like I was part of something bigger. But I wasn’t just consuming it, I was living it. I remember begging my mom for my first-ever leather jacket, wearing it everywhere, even to extracurriculars, because it made me feel like me. The first time I drew on winged liner with her makeup, it wasn’t just about looking good-it was about seeing myself the way I wanted to be seen. Even then, I knew fashion wasn’t just about clothes. It was about attitude. It was about feeling like myself.
Some outfits made me feel different, like I was stepping into a new version of myself. And even now, my style is never stagnant but always fluid, constantly evolving. That in itself feels like an out-of-body experience, especially as I turn 25. It’s a reminder of how far I’ve come; not just in fashion, but as a person. Twenty Five isn’t just a number; it marks a journey, a moment of reflection, and a celebration of everything I’ve become and everything I’m still becoming.
Fashion has never been just about trends-it has always felt natural. It moves with me, evolving as I do, reflecting where I’ve been and where I’m headed. It’s the one constant that keeps pace with me.