I’m physically 18, but mentally stuck at 16—with all the teenage intentions. I’m too real, I can’t even fake it. I don’t believe my enemies did me wrong, so believe me when I say: my clothes reflect exactly who I am. I haven’t refreshed my mind, so emotionally, I’m just here to refresh my closet. Sadly, there’s no Sarojini or Chor Bazaar in my city to sell these clothes.