SHE IS?
I can still remember the irst outit I loved. It was a pair of navy blue tracksuit bottoms, a plain white t-shirt and white trainers. I was three. I thought it made me look “handsome” – even more so than my Batman costume. My ever-frustrated mum would buy me chintzy dresses and patent shoes from Clarks, but all I’d be seen in was my same trackie bum ensemble. It felt like me. It was simple, comfortable and, most importantly, not at all girly.