Being Goth is Self-Care

So, I’ve had a thing for distressed sweaters and knitwear since childhood — between The Matrix (1999) and my love of Dickens and his orphans, I’ve always had an appreciation and fascination for things falling apart. Growing up in an upper-middle-class household with parents from lower working-class backgrounds (a farming family and a military family respectively), having to really wear things out before I got a new one wasn’t much of a problem. (Yes, I realise how frustratingly privileged that statement will sound, to many people. I know.)