I work at a daycare and see a lot of children everyday. Most of them do not care at all what they are wearing. Hell, half of them probably have something on backward or inside out.
But some kids do. Like the little boy who loved to wear pirate hats and costumes and his sister’s sparkly headband. Or the little girl who insisted on wearing red rain boots for a month. And no matter what they look like, they are happy. The one’s that aren’t are the ones in clothing they don’t like, or wearing bows and ribbons they hate.
When I was a child my mom dressed me in my brother’s hand-me-downs. I didn’t care. I would actively fight with my parents about my hair. Fuck no was I brushing it! I went out with is being messy and wanted it that way. If anyone had said anything to my mom about it she would have laughed in their face. “Bad taste” as a child is not something that should be shocking, but something parents should photograph to embarrass them later. I dearly wish I had a picture of the time I let a friend cut my hair during nap time at preschool. That wouldbe hilarious now.