When I was in middle school, a friend of mine had incredible style. Her lower-lid eyeliner was jet black and thin like a thread. She wore the coolest studded ankle boots, the most luxurious fur-lined zip-up hoodie, and the most skintight jeggings you’ve ever seen.
I remember asking her on three different occasions where she got her stuff from, and on three different occasions she shrugged me off, claiming that she’d purchased her entire wardrobe “somewhere in Europe.” Sure, b*tch.
