I remember a pair of jeans I once had. I must have been around 8 years old. They were bootcut and a dark denim, but I had worn them so long that they were faded in every area possible and were now at least 2 sizes too small. I was (and continue to be) extremely stubborn, meaning I continued to wear the jeans - to Church, of course - despite my mother's incessant pleading. I think she knows when to give up. I wasn't giving the jeans up. I've had similar experiences with almost all my clothing and thankfully always end up in a much better place, with the photographs to show for it. Sometimes it's not my fault. I remember a whole season that I was dressed in a black pointy-hemmed witch-like skirt, complete with lace. You could probably have found something better in a halloween store. I did end up wearing the skirt for Halloween the same year so every cloud has a silver lining. That's probably why she bought it, tbh - kill two birds with one stone, yanno? (don't kill any birds though, srsly.)