My elder sister used to get the fashion magazines, and I would go through them and find things I liked and buy fabric and copy them. But I hated what I looked like. I mean, I was sooo skinny.
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I grew up in a family of people who were obsessed with fashion.
I got to the point where I was sick of fashion again, like I was at the end of high school.
Clothing was something I always wanted to do. I've been pulling tear sheets from magazines since I was a little girl.
I love fashion, but I don't come from a background of loving clothes, and I remember feeling badly dressed from a young age.
I'm not obsessively a follower of fashion in the way I used to be. But I still have all those magazines I bought at the time because I bought ones that felt a little timeless, more like books.
I had no interest in fashion when I was younger. I was such a tomboy.
I was always trying on clothes, always really into fashion, ever since probably kindergarten.
I love fashion. I always have. When I was a kid, I was in almost full-on costumes when I went to school, and I've retained a bit of that in my adulthood.
I couldn't care less about fashion. If I had taken any clothes home, they would have remained in my closet for the rest of their existence.
I grew up with three sisters, so I got used to being around them and all of their worries about fashion and what they are wearing.
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