I had this maroon 'Lion King' tracksuit that my mum couldn't take off me. I wore it until the sleeves ended at my elbows and the trousers ended at my knees.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The worst was when my skirt fell down to my ankles, but I had on thick tights underneath.
When I was 15, I was wearing sandals and corduroys, Guernsey, striped pullover, a beard that was hardly there, shades and a beret, and the goal was hanging out.
I wore U.S.A. across my chest in 1976.
I had a suit made for me when I was five. It was double-breasted, mohair and purple. My mother was very particular about clothing - it always used to have to go back into the plastic and it used to drive me insane.
I know I will never wear sandals now anywhere. I got in a fight in the back of a grocery store when I was really young, like 14 or something. And I remember my feet were so torn up afterwards because I lost my sandals in the middle of the fight. My toenail was missing. It just sucked.
I've just never been a tracksuit-wearer.
I was a show-off as a kid. I was wearing bow ties and matching coloured trousers.
I was in a play directed by my father, and I was doing a fight scene, and the choreography went haywire, and I flew backward over a chair and ripped my thumb all the way to my wrist and had to have surgery to sew up all the tendons in there.
They put me in a whole body suit, from my neck to my ankles. It was so bad, I couldn't straighten my legs.
I was in a fashion show and I had on a strapless top. When I got to the end the top was down.