fashion

It's 2007, I'm listening to a new song called Umbrella by Rihanna on repeat, my hair is straightened to within an inch of its life and I've done a full face of makeup apart from my eyebrows (because they weren't even considered back then). Now, what to wear? As an 18 year-old most likely getting ready for a big night out in Norwich – where I'm from – this calls for one thing, and one thing only: a bodycon dress as tight as I could squish myself into. In the era of the LBD, nothing quite compared to a little short dress for a night out with the girls, and I embraced absolutely any opportunity to have my dad tell me "you are not going out of the house like that". And of course, as a defiant teenager, I refused to change my outfit and continued to go about my night tugging at my dress to co...