When I was 18, and low-rise jeans were becoming really trendy, both my dad and my brother were annoyed that I was dressing like a “tart” and hanging out at my boyfriend’s house as such. However, then they had to deal with my mom who gave them a lecture on young girls and fashion. That was a tough summer,a lot of crying, storming away from the table at dinner, and bedroom door slamming… Three months later I left for college, and the rest is history.

Have fun with all that.