The Day My Clothes Started Talking

When I think about fashion,

I often think about other peoples' reaction to it. 

I didn't always, though. 
Before I knew that fashion was a "thing", the idea that my clothes could "talk" was foreign to me. 
 But once realizing that what I wore was being regarded as a conscious decision on my part, everything changed. 

I can vividly remember the one day after orchestra practice (violins whatwhattt), that one girl walked up to me and said casually near our violin-sized lockers, 

"Oh Gabby - only you could pull that off". 

A pair of sweatpants and a tighter-fitting white tee. 

That's it. 

That's all I was wearing. 

I was literally dumbfounded - so absolutely confused about why anything that I had on would be considered unfathomable by another.  Why would "only [I]" be able to pull that off? 
What made this outfit any different than anyone else's?

That was the moment that I understood the ability of clothing to relay a level of confidence. 
A level of intangible cool. 

Not the kind of cool that came with having the exact same shirt as that one blonde skinny strangely high-pitched relatively popular girl, 
but a different kind of inimitable cool. 

Maybe everyone thought that I was especially adventurous with my sartorial selections? Maybe I looked apathetically confident enough to be feared to all those who thought that "only [I] could pull that off". 

Or maybe they just thought that I was very,

very,

poorly dressed. 

Either way. They thought something. 

And so at that moment - clothing stopped being what I used to dress myself, 

and it started being what I used to represent myself. 

Anyone else have a similar moment?

Cheers.