From His Closet to Mine: The Art of Borrowing Style

From His Closet to Mine: The Art of Borrowing Style Growing up, I always had a knack for dressing differently. I wasn’t the type to be boxed into skirts and frilly tops—no, I found comfort and power in oversized hoodies, loose jeans, and well-loved shirts. But here's the kicker: most of those wardrobe gems weren’t originally mine. They came from my brothers, my grandfather, and now my partner. It all started innocently enough. I’d find myself wandering into my brother's room, sifting through his wardrobe for something to wear. Hoodies, t-shirts, shirts—if it caught my eye, it was mine (temporarily, of course). I remember one time vividly. It was Civic Day at school, the one day we could ditch the uniform and show off our style. My brother had this hoodie—his absolute favorite—and a pair of jeans that fit just right. He’d warned me not to touch them, but stubborn as I was, I snuck them out while he was asleep. That day, I felt like I was in a Sister Act music video, serving full...