I probably didn’t have style, or at least, nothing that really stood out. It was buried under a sense of obligation to conform, and to not make others uncomfortable by the way I dressed.
When I was 19, my boyfriend didn’t approve of the shoes I was wearing, because they were too outrageous, in his opinion. I allowed his opinion, and most others’ opinions afterwards, to dictate my style. But it was still in there, deep down, waiting to get out. Eventually I adopted the attitude that “if you think you can make it work, then it works”, and seeing that attitude embodied in my cousins’ sense of style has completely inspired me to present my self in my own unique way, without worrying about what others think of it.