“Everyone may have worn other people’s clothes.”
When I was young, my family wasn’t well-off, so clothes always came from all directions.
Every time I received clothes, I was happy. They might not be the style or fabric I liked, but they were clean or new.
It wasn’t until high school that I started choosing my own clothes because I couldn’t fit into theirs anymore.
But whenever I went shopping with my mother, we would end up arguing because she liked what I didn’t and vice versa.