Trends from the 00s are coming back and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

But, whether they’re welcome revivals or not, what really grinds me is that this latest generation aren’t giving credit when credit’s due to the late 90s, early 00s teens who invented some of the wackiest trends known to womankind. I mean, come on, we need some recognition for pulling off some of the worst fashion decisions of our lives. It’s just not fair how these fuckers are refining our hard work and calling it fashion.

Let’s take a look at some examples, shall we?
Hair clips are enjoying a makeover – with large snap clips now adorning pearls in hues of rose gold in place of every 00s teen staple of a huge collection mass-produced, glitter plastic butterfly clips. Let’s not forget the broken strands of hair that came with rocking this trend #RIPpieceyblondehighlights
Flashy belts have made a somewhat comeback, albeit so-2017/18, with every social media ‘influencer’ with daddy’s credit card suddenly adorning the Gucci staple piece [disclaimer: daddy either biological or of the sugar variety.]

I can stand that for now, but the moment I see a diamante-ridden knock off or a larger than large belt fixed at waist height, that’s when I’ll kick-off. We owned those bling monstrosities and faux-leather waist belts that cinched our waists to within an inch of life. Don’t @ me.

Silk tanks over t-shirts are a 00s trend that everyone probably forgot about – along with cropped anything. Yeap, that was us as well. The trend gives new life to that silk dress that you’ve only worn once to your bestie’s 21st. You’re welcome.

Also, if that silk dress has a cowl neck – fuck ya, that’s us too.

Don’t think I’ve forgotten about obnoxious branded items – adorned only to show everyone around you they’re too poor to look this cute. I still, for some godforsaken reason, pine over an Alexander McQueen skull scarf or a Louis Vuitton multicolour monogram satchel.

Chain-mesh disco tops - don’t get me started. You think you’re being provocative hitting the clubs in that? Try pairing it with a pair of low-rise, bedazzled jeans and a diamante choker then get back to me. Now that takes real balls.

Now leave me while I apply my glossiest gloss, after the driest decade my lips have suffered through.