I wore this weird, flowery, too tight outfit, and I look at those pictures and I’m mortified. It’s so easy to be hard on yourself, though.
Paris and I wore sort of matching red satin Marc Bouwer dresses. That matchy, matchy, twinsy thing.
At the VMAs one year, I wore this really short black dress and, like, these black, little glove-type hideous things.
I wore a white bra under a black dress to the Mean Girls New York premiere. I really ruined the dress. Ruined it.
When I see photos from when I was starting out in baggy pants and cropped tops, I think that’s not who I am. I’ve evolved.