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I used to dress to disappear.

As a teenager it was all black and oversized or just purely functional, with an ironic tshirt thrown in now and then. I guess I had grunge aspirations without fully committing.

I was adamant that appearance shouldn't and didn't matter. I'd judge girls who thought it did, while not feeling at all comfortable in my own skin.

I grew up to learn you can be interested in looking better, or different, and also know it's not the most important thing. It doesn't mean you're superficial, and it can let you be confident and more yourself.

That felt like a relief, and a game-changer.

I used to dress for comfort.

When I got ill I'd hit the floor and come round cringing that my dress was too short to be in this position so publicly.

My dresses got longer, to retain a sense of privacy but also I suppose I was growing up. Finding my style. Learning what looked nice, and what I felt comfortable in.

A full-length dress felt the same as pyjamas: it felt cheeky getting away with being so comfortable.

Now I dress for me. For fun.

I find the balance - always comfortable while enjoying putting things together - finding colours and shapes that suit.

Clothes that put a smile on my face.

I don't know how it all works but I know what makes me feel good.

I look at others style and it can feel like art.

It feels exciting - the overall look, and thinking how they thought to put it all together.

And when people say they would wear something but couldn't get away with it I want to shout YES YOU CAN.

Life's too short to not wear what you want or to worry about it. So have some fun with style, or don't, but never do or don't wear something because you think people think you should or shouldn't. That's silly.

Written as part of Cassy Fry's DIYCreativeClub challenge.