My mother scoffed at it, and responded as though that made me an asshole.
Mind you, I very rarely look like a shlub. I'm always clean, and groomed, and like to keep up with myself, as well as wear clean clothing.
But I wouldn't make anywhere near the decisions about my appearance that I do if I was so worried about other people. I wouldn't dress anywhere near the same, because as is, I am constantly stared at, put down, and treated like I'm a freak. I would just be trying to fit in to fashion, and have no sense of self expression, too afraid to do something outside of what society deems as appropriate.
I wouldn't have my tattoos, or piercings, or wear the jewelry I make.
And I wouldn't be me anymore.
I love the fact that I'm weird. I love that I think outside of the box. I love that I have a very particular brand of style that is so distinctly me.
And yes, sometimes I do want to look better than others. Sometimes I want pick something that someone else likes as well, but it's always something I like, and something that I feel like me in.
I'm not for everyone, and I don't want to be. I want to be what can only be seen as, or identified as me.