I regret not having old hard drives with me because I would love to show you how my style has evolved over the years. In my early teen years, there was an emo-phase and then ska style with its skinny jeans, pins, and a pair of Converse sneakers that said 'fuck you.' Yep.
In high school, I attempted to be glamorous and what I thought sexy was. Stilettos, minis, large jewelry, and other stuff I can wear now only if you pay me.
After graduating, I turned into a conflicting mix of a techno party enthusiast by night and a classy business lady by day. Those were my crazy years working as a corporate flight attendant.
In 2018 when I started blogging, I was 24 and still had no idea what my style was. Frankly, I didn't know who I was anymore. It was a year after I moved abroad, I didn't work for the first time since I was 16, and I was in a healthy, loving relationship, which felt odd after dating the baddies.
So yes, it is true that style is about psychology, not our features. It is the outside shell reflecting what we have on the inside. When the two are not aligned, we don't appear authentic to the world, and the opportunities fly by, IMO.